"Yeah, I was planning to take out the porcelain once it was fired. However, this red stone got thrown into the pot unexpectedly, and even turned into a liquid. I don't know what happened." The old orc lamented as he looked at the thick red liquid inside the two porcelain pots.
Ji Nuan gaped in astonishment at the "liquid" in the pots.
This was clearly not water, but likely some kind of molten metal.
Thinking about the other orc tribes in the tribe, Ji Nuan waved her hand quickly: "Everyone, do not spread this word out. Do not let the orcs of the Dashi Tribe know about this. It is very important to our tribe. Understand?"
Upon hearing the shaman's words, the bystander orcs nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Everyone exchanged a look and quietly left without causing further commotion.
