Thinking about how tired Nuannuan was from concocting potions for these orcs, Xiu Yan didn't look too pleased. With a sour expression on his face, he said, "Rest."
Having said that, he turned around and walked directly into the tent.
With only Mu Chun and two orcs behind him left, they had no choice but to head towards their camp.
It was only after the orcs in the tribe had finished their lunch that Ji Nuan opened his eyes, still in a daze. A beam of sunlight seeped through the gap in the tent curtain and shone on the wooden floor inside the tent, as seen from his perspective, the sunlight seemed filled with tiny, dancing specks of dust.
The footsteps of the orcs outside the tent and the bustling noise from the distant trading district created a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
He stretched lazily and sat up on the bed, "What time is it now?"
