The Whale Priest and Python Priest could only give a wry smile.
They too had relaxed their guard after obtaining the antidote for the poisoned seawater, not hurrying to investigate the two tribes responsible for the poisoning.
But now, they lament the consequences that had arisen.
It was truly a loss of face for the beasts.
"You Aquatic Tribe should discuss this matter among yourselves, but should we now talk about what kind of food you would like?" Ji Nuan sat on the beast skin mat with her head tilted, her eyes calm, showing no sign of her previous confrontational demeanor.
Yet, inside the cave, none of the orcs underestimated this female Shaman, even the Python Priest adjusted his gaze and regarded the female Shaman as an equal.
Setting aside his prejudices, the Python Priest became unusually easy to talk to.
"Shaman Ji Nuan, if we were to exchange, which food could be traded for the most with the least of our sea goods?"
