The simply fashionable beast skin clothes of the Watson Tribe stood out among the crowd of the orcs wrapped up like balls and attracted many curious glances from the surrounding orcs.
Big Bear, his figure looking amply plumped up because of his tightly wrapped clothes, walked laboriously towards Ge Xing and asked curiously, "What's this you're wearing? Looks really nice, is it warm?"
Ge Xing chuckled, "Surely, it's warmer than what you're wearing."
Big Bear poo-pooed, "Your thin layer of clothing can be warmer than mine? Keep dreaming!"
"Chief Ge Xing, I wasn't expecting the clothes of your tribe to be this warm and at the same time, not hinder movement." Meng Tai's voice rang out from the side, and Big Bear turned to look.
Indeed, Meng Tai also wore a beast skin clothing that was identical to those of the orcs of Watson Tribe.
Big Bear looked at Ge Xing with resentment in his eyes. "We are such good friends. Why didn't you get one of these for me as well!"
