The Watson Tribe and the Monte Tribe shared a harmonious scene, with the Orcs joyfully starting to cook food.
The energetic Ya Li led a group of Orcs to hunt many wild beasts in the forest and washed them in the cold river before bringing them back to camp.
Ya Li, somewhat miserably, squatted beside the fire pit in the middle of the tent, roasting his hands, occasionally sniffling, "Oh, mother, the water in that stream was so cold. I felt like I was holding a block of ice in my hands."
Ji Nuan held a pair of pitch-black gloves, tore a small opening in the Fire Seed Fruit skin, and poured out the pulp, discarding the skin into a nearby porcelain bowl.
It was done quickly and skillfully.
Ya Li twitched the corner of his mouth, eyeing that big bowl of jam, thinking about grinding leaves into juice and adding them later...
"Shaman, today you exchanged an antidote barely enough for an Orc's bite for ten Snow Beasts, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
