A tall, strong male who had just managed to trade for a bamboo tube of salt turned to look in the direction Yuan Lang and Wu Yue had gone.
After a moment, he scratched his head in confusion. "Did I hear that wrong?"
While he was scrambling for salt just now, he thought he heard someone call out "Yue." He hadn't heard that name in a very long time.
'That female was always sick,' he thought. 'With no family in the Snow Tiger Tribe to look after her, she probably went to see the Beast God a long time ago.'
A clansman from his small tribe rushed over with a wide grin. "Clan Leader, did we manage to trade for salt?"
Clutching the bamboo tube, the tall, strong male replied excitedly, "Yes! I can't believe it. The Snow Tiger Tribe actually accepted our fruit this time. We're so lucky."
"I heard from that half beastman earlier that the Snow Tiger Tribe's next witch is very fond of delicious fruits and food."
