Hearing Zhen's words, Chu Yin barely recovered some spirits.
But the mention from Diao made Chu Yin's eyes narrow slightly, she turned her head to gaze at Diao, narrowing her eyes, "Who?"
Meanwhile, Che Nan also turned his attention to Diao.
"That Ye." Diao was well aware of the abilities within the tribe, Chu Yun was not so mindless as to banish the old priest and Chu Yin without cause.
The curious expression on Chu Yin's face vanished in an instant upon hearing that name, and Che Nan also averted his gaze, continuing to draw on the ground, instructing people to build wooden houses according to his ideas.
"So it's her," Chu Yin waved her hand dismissively, unconcerned. When she left, she had taken a special look at Ye Shaohua's thigh, which still had crusted wounds—if it had been treated by her, it should have healed half a month ago.
A slight smirk formed on her lips, "Che Nan, let's have people start cutting trees first."
