After explaining their origins, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan were finally able to sit down and have a good rest.
The Clan Leader personally led them to a very flat and dry place: "Shaman, the ground here is very dry, you can set up your tent here."
The Clan Leader had just suggested offering his own grass hut for Ji Nuan to stay, but Ji Nuan refused. Living in such a hut really offered no privacy.
When Xiu Yan finished setting up the tent, the admiration in the Clan Leader's eyes could hardly be more obvious.
The surrounding Orcs also gathered around, circling the tent again and again.
The envy in their eyes couldn't be clearer.
Ji Nuan looked at the Clan Leader: "Why doesn't the Clan Leader allow the tribespeople to use Beast Skin to set up tents?"
The Clan Leader chuckled bitterly at this: "I don't fear your laughter, Shaman. In our Black Mountain region, Beast Skin is more valuable than food.
