Qingmu straightened his body and knelt: "Old Clan Leader, let me take this orc back and apologize. We know full well how much Shaman Ji Nuan cares about her tribesmen. Just because we have drunk the potion once doesn't mean we will never make a mistake again.
And where could secrets remain unknown forever? What if Shaman Ji Nuan learns that we are the ones who killed their people, what will we do then?"
Meanwhile, the little treeling, who had been kneeling on the side with a pale face, spoke up: "Clan Leader, I'm willing to apologize. I was wrong. I didn't ask Shaman Ji Nuan for the powder to treat the pest infestation, so I vented my anger on her tribesman. I'm willing to give him my Raw Fruit."
When the little treeling spoke, the surrounding treelings nodded in relief, but a few treelings in the corner had displeasure in their eyes.
