Watching the Gru Tribe quickly disappear into the snowy forest, the orcs of the Watson Tribe burst into laughter after a moment of silence, comforted Bosson, patting him on the shoulder one after another.
"Don't be sad, Bosson, even though you're not worth a few Beast God Fruits, we still cherish you."
"Indeed, they may not want you, we want you, rest assured and stay in Watson Tribe."
"Bosson, your status is crystal clear."
While the crowd seemed to be consoling him good-naturedly, the gleeful delight in their eyes was completely undisguised, leaving Bosson feeling depressed. These mischievous orcs were all having a laugh at his expense.
After having driven away the orcs of the Gru Tribe, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan exchanged glances, a hint of mischief in their eyes. Then, the group of orcs returned to their former camping site.
