Ge Xing patted Ji Nuan's head and said, "Why think so much? Before, our shaman was also helpless when faced with injuries like the one the orc had yesterday. We could only watch him die. And our tribe doesn't have any Divine Wood Powder.
Each orc has his own destiny. The injured orc was able to stay alive because you came to heal him. Isn't it possible that this is a blessing from the Beast God?"
Ji Nuan looked at Chief Ge Xing with a sincere expression, and her mind suddenly cleared.
"Ha ha, how about it? Do you think what your Uncle said makes sense?" A smug expression appeared on Ge Xing's face.
Ji Nuan shook her head helplessly, thinking to herself: His coolness lasts only for three seconds.
Ji Nuan, who had stopped overthinking, finished eating the roast meat in her hand, picked up the chubby little cub Xiu Yan, and followed an orc from the Watson tribe who was carrying a basket, to the tent where the injured orc was.
