In the small pavilion at Fu Yi's house, Qi Qi had just gone out to drink the wild vegetables and fruits gathered by the females in the tribe.
Fu Yi, carrying a small basket of fruit, sat opposite Xiu Yan, her expression somewhat strange, "During this time, while constructing our houses, I found something odd."
Xiu Yan raised an eyebrow, "What sort of situation?"
Fu Yi furrowed her eyebrows, "Here's the thing. When building our houses, as explained by Shaman Ji Nuan, each step is handled by a different orc. The newcomers are only responsible for brick-making, and they don't even know where we source our clay. However, once when some cubs were playing and threw around a chunk of soil, I feared for their safety and picked it up, but..."
She wore a grave expression as she looked at Xiu Yan, "This is when I realized something was off. This lump of soil wasn't freshly dug, it had been baked."
