It had been ten days since we returned to the tribe.
The prepared pickled Humming Beasts and salt were already stored in the warehouse.
The pure white salt filled exactly 100 tree pod jars, which were all that remained of the salt obtained from the raw fruits in the storage.
The Mengta Tribe rested in the Watson Tribe for one night and, early the next morning, sorted their belongings, loaded up the pickled Humming Beasts and salt, and prepared to return.
"Chief Ge Xing, Shaman Ji Nuan, before the cold season, I'll have Meng Tai bring the hunt over."
At this moment, Meng Zhuo's heart was filled with gratitude towards the Watson Tribe.
Chief Ge Xing stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and laughed, "What's there to be polite about between our two tribes, haha, hurry on now, it's getting dark and you're not trying to scrounge another meal here, are you?"
