Shaking her head, she said, "Uncle Chief, I have no other ideas. The death of Brother Xiu Yan just made me realize an issue.
Every mighty orc will have an end. There's only Grandma Shaman and me, the two shamans in the tribe. As Grandma Shaman gets older and I frequently go out to pick medicinal herbs, if anything happens... the lineage of the tribe's shaman could be interrupted.
Also, our tribe is becoming increasingly strong, and the number of tribe members is growing. If there's only one or two shamans, it's too little and might delay the treatement of many tribe members' injuries."
Chief Ge Xing sighed in relief subtly, he initially thought that Ji Nuan was being despondent.
The more Ji Nuan spoke, the brighter Ge Xing's eyes got, but...
"Shaman needs to remember a lot of medicinal herbs, and the configurations of many herbs. Tribe members... "
