Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Thinking of the young female, Jingluo couldn’t help but sigh.

Shaman Ji Nuan already had powerful orc protectors; it was impossible for Jingluo to get involved.

Grieved~

By now, Ji Nuan and the others had already returned to the Watson Tribe.

Seeing the familiar setting, Ji Nuan relaxed entirely; it felt like returning home.

The red salt that Ji Nuan brought back was endowed with magical qualities by Grandma Shaman.

It was said that Lord Beast God’s blood spilled onto the earth, forming this red salt.

The orcs of the Watson Tribe greatly cherished the salt, carefully preserving it and even fearing to use it.

When Ji Nuan found out, she couldn’t help but laugh and cry, then she told her tribespeople that if they didn’t use this precious gift from Lord Beast God, it would be a disservice to his generosity.

Only then did the red salt start being used within the Watson Tribe.

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"Hahaha, Shaman Ji Nuan, Chief Ge Xing, long time no see."

At the city gates of the Watson Tribe, Ji Nuan and Chief Ge Xing were welcoming a group of familiar orc friends.

"Chief Meng Zhuo, Meng Tai, did you leave the shaman guarding the tribe again?" Ji Nuan greeted them with a smile.

Chief Ge Xing stepped forward and hugged Chief Meng Zhuo, laughing loudly: "You old fellow, haven’t seen you in a while, have you aged?"

Meng Zhuo hit Ge Xing on the chest without amusement: "You’re the one who’s aged, with a white beard."

The two orcs joyfully teased each other here, and after Meng Zhuo and Ji Nuan exchanged greetings, his eyes involuntarily scanned back and forth among the people of the Watson Tribe.

The familiar orcs around didn’t notice his odd behavior.

The setup in the meeting room had not changed; it was as Meng Tai and others had seen before, with only a few exquisite vases in the middle of the big table, filled with brightly blooming flowers.

This added a beautiful color to the otherwise empty meeting room.

After all the orcs sat down, a few more orcs came in with washed fruits, placed them in front of and behind each of the seated orcs, and then left.

It had been a long time since they last met, and seeing familiar faces, Ji Nuan still felt a deep fondness.

"Chief Meng Zhuo, there haven’t been any issues in Lamu Forest, have there?"

Meng Zhuo shook his head, looking at Ji Nuan with confusion: "Nothing at all, everything is fine; why would Shaman Ji Nuan ask that?"

Seeing his puzzled expression, Ji Nuan knew they weren’t aware of the Nacha Tribe’s journey to the sea.

"This time, I took some tribe members on a journey; while in Nia Forest, we unexpectedly encountered Nakula and the Nacha Tribe, who had allied with an orc species of the Sea Serpent Clan living in the sea, plotting to kill all aquatic orcs."

Meng Zhuo gasped, his expression turning solemn as he looked at Ji Nuan: "After Nakula took Namila back, there was no news from them; I was worried for a while, never thought this guy would stir up trouble in Nia Forest again."

"Yes, after you left, we even intensified patrolling; over a month passed, and there was no movement from the Nacha Tribe," Meng Tai said, holding a red fruit and speaking indistinctly.

Ji Nuan nodded, "We still need to be careful when we return; a big storm recently happened at sea, the water surged higher than a small mountain, and the poison they threw into the sea was swept away to unknown places."