Meng Tai shook his head: "No, when I saw them, Chief Nakula and Namila both seemed in a hurry, running towards the Kunteng Mountain Forest. They simply greeted me and kept going."
Finally, Meng Zhuo sighed in relief: "That's good, that's good."
Seeing his father's relieved expression, Meng Tai asked curiously: "What happened, father? Didn't Shaman Ji Nuan advise us not to have too much contact with the Nacha Tribe when we separated?"
Meng Zhuo glanced at him and said: "That's because there's a dispute between the Watson Tribe and the Nacha Tribe. There's no issue between our tribes, and we've always had a good relationship. It wouldn't be right to suddenly cut off contacts."
Meng Tai looked at his father, feeling quite helpless. He could tell that this Nakula wasn't a good orc, and he didn't understand how his father could be so naïve.
"By the way, why did they come this time?"
