Bowman kneeled on the beast skin cushion, a sincere expression on his orcish face. "I understand your fury over losing your mate, and so if there's anything the Gru Tribe could offer you and the Watson Tribe in compensation, please feel free to mention it."
Ji Nuan looked at him: "Anything?"
After Bowman pressed his lips together, he looked at Ji Nuan: "As long as it will not harm the Gru Tribe, I can agree to it."
Ya Li raised an eyebrow: "Would you give us the Beast God Fruit you've obtained from this exchange?"
Bowman grimaced as his hands hanging by his sides clenched together. Eventually, he nodded with some difficulty: "Yes."
Ya Li glanced at the two other orcs near Ji Nuan, looking somewhat incredulous.
A spark of cunning flashed in Ji Nuan's eyes, but she kept her face emotionless: "The Watson Tribe does not need your Beast God Fruit. But at present, I haven't thought of any requests. We can talk about it later."
