Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Ji Nuan awkwardly scratched his head, telling Mu Chun the truth of what happened at the entrance of the tribe today.

"They said they came to deliver fruit to Elder Mu Qing and me, but I never mentioned the fruit to them, so I wanted to ask Elder Mu Qing if it was her request, but ... ha ha!"

Ji Nuan laughed dryly, pointing to the tent from which a loud thunderous sound was now coming from:"I didn’t expect Elder Mu Qing to be asleep."

Mu Chun patted his own chest: "Don’t worry, leave the rest to me. When Elder Mu Qing wakes up, I’ll tell her about it."

Ji Nuan nodded: "Alright, you all rest well. We have to hold the trade meeting tomorrow."

With that, he waved and headed toward his own tent.

After washing up and eating some food, Ji Nuan lay down in his comfortable bed and closed his eyes to sleep, exhausted from continuous traveling.

Meanwhile, at the campsite of the Nacha Tribe.

"You and Namila went out to deliver fruit to Elder Mu Qing and you were injured by the orcs of the Watson Tribe? Could it be that you, an evolutionary monster, can’t even protect your mate? Nakula’s furious voice resounded, looking at his own cub pitifully lying on the beast skin, rage surged in his heart.

The gentle orc held his abdomen, coughed lightly, and said with a wry smile, "Father, I didn’t anticipate that the Watson Tribe would have a second-level evolved beast."

"What!" Nakula stood up suddenly, his tone filled with surprise: "What did you say? The one who injured you today was a second-level evolved beast?"

The gentle orc nodded:"Yes, his oppressive aura today; I have only felt it from Bertel, so it is definitely a second-level evolved beast."

Nakula’s intention to teach the Watson tribe a lesson was instantly quenched like a fire doused with rain, with only traces of smoke remaining.

He stroked Namila’s hair and stood up: "You all take good care of Namila."

With that, he turned and walked out of the tent, leading a few orcs towards the camp of Chief Meng Zhuo.

"Chief, Chief Nakula from the Nacha tribe is here, saying he needs to see you."

"Hmm?" Chief Meng Zhuo was a bit puzzled after hearing the orc’s report. It hadn’t been that long since they separated.

He waved his hand: "Take Chief Nakula directly to my tent."

The orc nodded and turned to leave.

Before long, somewhat rapid footsteps could be heard from outside the tent: "Meng Zhuo, I really have urgent business with you."

The beast had not yet arrived, but the voice had already come in.

Chief Meng Zhuo lay lazily on the beast skin mat, looking at Nakula who was lifting the beast skin curtain to enter. He pointed to the empty beast skin mat next to him: "Sit down and talk."

Nakula did not stand on ceremony and sat down straight on the beast skin mat: "Tell me, does the Watson Tribe have a second-level evolutionary beast?"

After asking, he stared intently at Meng Zhuo.

Meng Zhuo shook his head.

Nakula breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, it was a lie concocted by the gentle orc in order to avoid his punishment.

"The Watson Tribe has four second-level evolved beasts, three of whom are the captains of Shaman Ji Nuan’s Guard Team. They came with Shaman Ji Nuan this time. The orc you met last time was one of them."

"..." Nakula felt as though a huge bone was stuck in his throat. At that moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable.