He was one of the Orcs advocating for Ji Nuan to detoxify Bertel, the strength of the Gru Tribe was not just empty words.
Meng Zhuo glanced around at the Orcs in the tent: "The grand trading event will proceed as usual tomorrow, I hope I won't hear any more talk from you guys about Shaman Ji Nuan detoxifying that Humming Beast-like Orc, Bertel."
As the words fell, he seemed to return to the time when he was the formidable Clan Leader, waving his hand: "All of you go out, get some early rest, you have a fight tomorrow."
The Orcs looked at each other, could only obediently nod their heads and stepped out.
But Meng Tai sat unfazed on his father's Beast Skin bed, motionless. After the other Orcs left, he looked at Meng Zhuo: "Dad, you guys must know something, why can't you tell us?"
Meng Zhuo chuckled: "It's not that I can't tell you, but I can't tell them. Beasts tend to gossip, it's not a good thing if too many beings know."
