The chubby little furball calmly waved its tiny paw: "You don't need to worry about this, our tribe's things aren't so easy to take."
With that, it looked sharply in the direction outside the tent: "The entire Crow Tribe is ours; do you think we're going to run short of this medicinal powder?"
The middle-aged Clan Leader and the young Orc both trembled upon hearing this.
This tribe's ambition is really grand.
The middle-aged Clan Leader hesitated for a moment but then voiced the question on his mind: "I wonder which tribe your esteemed group belongs to?"
Fu Yi smiled mysteriously: "You will find out in due time. For now, just focus on healing, so you can recover sooner and return to the Miri Forest."
Seeing that he was about to leave, the middle-aged Clan Leader supported himself up: "Will you... will you continue to attack the Miri Forest in the future?"
Fu Yi looked at him strangely: "We're not a tribe from the East Continent, why would we need so much territory?"
