Hu Sheng was really about to cry—he was having such a run of bad luck.

He hadn’t joined the Waterfall Tribe yet, so he couldn’t use pottery.

But since he’d been out building roads the whole time and hadn’t made any mud bricks, he couldn’t move into the new house in the Axe Tribe either.

Standing in front of his little shack, gazing at the neatly stacked mud bricks not far away, his eyes welled up with tears. All that time he’d spent building roads and searching for exotic plants for Rabbit Boat—and now he had nothing to show for it.

On top of that, he’d been away for so long that the grass seeds he’d planted hadn’t been watered—they were nearly parched to death!

He wiped his eyes, pushed open the door to his little shack, carried the animal-skin bag he’d brought back inside, and then walked out carrying a bucket—he had to go to the stream to fetch water to water the grass seeds.

Sigh, Niu Zhuang really is lucky—thanks to his wife, Lu Hua, he’s not only saved up some mud bricks, but his seedbed is also in excellent condition.

Even the little brat had gotten close to Tu Zhou and become Song Li’s apprentice!

He’d always thought Shi Bao was a bit dim—not only was he a glutton, but he was always goofing off—so he was really surprised that Tu Zhou hadn’t sent him back.

Maybe he should find a wife, too…

However, remembering how last winter Niu Zhuang had given most of the food to Lu Hua and Shi Bao while he himself had been so hungry he’d had to gnaw on dry grass, he dismissed the idea—finding a wife meant he’d have to support her.

He couldn’t even afford meat for every meal himself.

After working himself to the bone watering the grass seeds, it was already evening. He munched on some dried meat, then dug out a leather pouch and headed out the door.

While working on the road this time, he had indeed found some interesting things.

The Waterfall Tribe was bustling today. Fan Zhou and Feng Xun counted the hard nuts that Niu Shan and the others had carried back, and the result surprised them—there were just over nine thousand, slightly more than last time.

He had Lang Tian arrange for the hard nuts to be stored in the warehouse, then collected his daily ration of nine hard nuts and a piece of Nini Beast meat before heading out of the tribe’s gates with Feng Xun.

After walking just a few steps, he spotted Hu Sheng coming toward them, clutching a leather pouch.

“Tu Zhou!”

Hu Sheng spotted Fan Zhou as well and broke into a jog toward him. When he reached Fan Zhou, he held up the leather pouch as if presenting a treasure: “This is a plant I found that smells strange. Take a look.”

Fan Zhou looked down at the leather pouch. Inside, a hodgepodge of items was jumbled together—tree roots, bark, and leaves of all kinds. He furrowed his brow: “I’ll take a closer look once we’re back at the cave.”

“Okay.” Hu Sheng handed the leather pouch to Feng Xun, then rubbed his hands together and looked at Fan Zhou cautiously: “Tu Zhou, when can I join the Waterfall Tribe?”

“Have you finished repairing the road yet?” Fan Zhou asked in return.

Hu Sheng immediately looked up, not daring to meet his gaze, and answered a different question: “I’ve been working on it for many days now.”

“What I said was that once you finish repairing the road, I’ll let you join the Waterfall Tribe. You haven’t finished yet—what’s the rush? I’m not the kind of person who goes back on my word.”

According to Niu Shan, they happened to run into Hu Sheng and his three companions, who were repairing the road, on their way back, so they returned to the tribe together.

The place where they met was still two days’ journey away from the hard-fruit trees.

Since the road isn’t finished, there’s obviously no way he can join the Waterfall Tribe.

“But I see Xingwei has already moved into a new house, and I don’t even have a single mud brick…” Husheng hung his head in dejection; his voice had lost its usual vitality and sounded quite subdued.

Fan Zhou shot him a glance, rolled his eyes, and thought, “What are you trying to play the victim for?”

“It’s all because you’re too slow at building the road! I heard from Niu Shan that when you came back just now, you were carrying six large animal-hide sacks—each one as tall as you—all filled with sun-dried meat chunks!”

“Did you actually go to build the road, or did you go hunting? To have saved up that much dried meat, you must have hung the chunks on trees to dry every day before work—and kept a close eye on them the whole time to make sure the birds didn’t peck at them.”

“Is that right?!”

Husheng: “……”

He stared at Fan Zhou in shock. Wow, he’s so sharp.

He guessed it all right!

He really had been keeping an eye on the meat chunks hanging from the branches while he worked, worried that large birds would snatch them away.

However, seeing Fan Zhou glaring at him menacingly, he shrank his neck, his confidence wavering: “I hunt too much every day—I can’t eat it all…”

If you can’t eat it all, you have to dry it into jerky.

“Besides, it’s not just me—Niu Zhuang and the other two brought back quite a bit of jerky, too.”

Why is he only being so harsh on him…

“If you can’t eat it all, why don’t you just hunt a few less? You’re busy hunting all day—no wonder the repairs still aren’t finished. If you’d worked faster, you’d have been back making mud bricks to build a house by now.”

Fan Zhou didn’t hold back when he scolded him.

Husheng lowered his head and muttered in protest, “It’s rare to see so much game—I just couldn’t help myself.”

There’s so much game over at the Waterfall Tribe—way more than at the Axe Tribe. They can’t control themselves; once they catch one, they want to catch another, so in the end, everyone has stockpiled quite a bit of jerky…　“Stop making excuses. Since you can’t finish building the road, don’t even think about joining the Waterfall Tribe,” Fan Zhou said impatiently.

Husheng’s eyes darted around as he asked, “Is the Waterfall Tribe building new houses?”

He wanted to live in a new house and use pottery.

“It depends on them. If they want to build, they’ll build.”

Feng Xun beat Fan Zhou to the punch.

After all, Hu Sheng had helped him find those dwarf trees before; now he was getting an earful from the rabbit—it was a bit rough.

He added, “ If you want to move into a new house sooner, you can trade meat for mud bricks. The orcs on your tribe’s hunting team are really craving meat—you can get quite a few mud bricks for just one piece of meat.”

This was a practical suggestion. Although Fan Zhou had lifted the restrictions a few days ago and allowed the orcs of the Axe Tribe to hunt birds, there were practically no birds near the Waterfall Tribe, so the orcs of the Axe Tribe were still craving meat.

Upon hearing this, Hu Sheng’s eyes darted about again, then he thanked Feng Xun loudly: “Thank you, Lang Xun. That’s a great idea. I’ll go back right now and trade with them for mud bricks.”

In the past, he certainly wouldn’t have been willing to trade meat for mud bricks, but he’d be going back to work on the road in a couple of days.

By then, he could catch more game and stock up on more jerky!

Hehe, given how much those idiots in Xingwei’s tribe craved meat, forget trading for mud bricks—they’d even be willing to build him a brand-new house just for the chance to get some.

Thinking of his several large bags of jerky, he grinned mischievously. After waving goodbye to Fan Zhou and Feng Xun, he ran off as fast as he could.

Fan Zhou watched his back as he practically bounced away, utterly speechless. What an idiot.

Back at the cave, Feng Xun went to make dinner, while Fan Zhou opened the animal-skin bag Hu Sheng had just given him and dumped its contents under the thatched hut.

“Huh?” Spotting the item on top, he immediately picked it up. It was small, but covered in spikes all around, and gave off a distinctive aroma.

What else could it be but star anise?

That idiot Hu Sheng—fools have their own luck—actually delivered star anise right to his doorstep.

He told Feng Xun to cook dinner, then grabbed a few pieces of star anise and the leather pouch and headed over to the sorghum fields to find Hu Sheng.

No sooner had he entered the forest than he heard a commotion in the distance. He raised an eyebrow and walked toward the source of the noise.

The Axe Tribe was preparing dinner. Hu Sheng stood on a tree stump next to a large stone cauldron, clutching a piece of meat as thick as five fingers and as long as his forearm. The other beastmen surrounded him, shouting out the prices they were willing to pay.

“ “I’ll trade a pile of bricks half the size of my beast form for this piece of meat!”

“I’ll trade a pile of bricks as tall as I am!”

……

These beastmen didn’t know how to count, so they could only gesture with their hands to indicate the prices they were willing to offer.

Husheng looked incredibly smug, one hand on his hip, the other holding the meat, his nostrils pointed right at the beastmen shouting their bids.

Hmph, as long as he had the meat in hand, he could keep these orcs completely under his thumb.

Fan Zhou twitched the corner of his mouth; he had no time to watch Hu Sheng show off. He beckoned Hu Sheng over and asked him where he’d found the star anise.

The spot where he’d found the star anise was quite a distance from the Waterfall Tribe, but there were several star anise trees there. Fan Zhou told him to pick more next time, then walked away, not wanting to disturb him while he continued showing off.

Hu Sheng hadn’t expected Fan Zhou to come find him in person; he was delighted. It seemed his joining the Waterfall Tribe was a sure thing—he’d discovered something valuable!

After his initial excitement, he dismissed the other beastmen, calling only Xingwei back.

He could give Xingwei all the jerky he’d brought back this time, but when he returned next time, Xingwei would have to build him a house just like Xingwei’s own.

Xingwei was overjoyed and quickly patted his chest, assuring him it would be no problem. That was meat filling six animal-hide bags—even if he had to stay up all night, he’d build that house for Husheng!

Two days later, Husheng, Niuzhuang, Yangchang, and Niubao set off again.

This time, Niushan, Niuli, and Xiongli didn’t join them. After traveling nonstop for several months, they could finally get some proper rest.

Fan Zhou specially prepared a large pot of braised delicacies to treat them.

Fan Zhou actually had quite a few seasonings on hand: scallions, ginger, star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, chili peppers, and a small amount of black pepper. He put all these seasonings into the pot, used the sweetness of hard nuts to enhance the flavor, and finally added a little sweet water—the braised dish was bound to turn out delicious.

This huge pot of braised delicacies not only contained great-horned beast meat and bird meat, but also bird eggs and wild vegetables—it was piled high to the brim. Niu Shan, Niu Li, and Xiong Li ate until they were completely satisfied, repeatedly praising Fan Zhou for his skill and generosity.

After eating the braised delicacies, Fan Zhou led them to the cave where the pottery was stored and let the three of them pick whatever they wanted.

Now that every clan was using intact pottery, Niu Shan, Niu Li, and Xiong Li couldn’t be left behind.

In the end, the three of them walked away happily, each clutching the pottery they’d chosen, and before leaving, they praised Fan Zhou once more.

Fan Zhou smiled.

Well, to be honest, he was planning to go back to the valley one more time before winter to haul out some salt stones—and when that time came, it would surely be Niu Shan, Niu Li, and Niu Li again…

However, the most pressing matter at the moment was that the first batch of sorghum planted by the Waterfall Tribe had ripened.

This batch of sorghum was planted only a few days later than Fan Zhou’s first batch, but Fan Zhou’s sorghum, nourished by the Spirit Spring water, had grown both quickly and vigorously.

The Waterfall Tribe had planted far too much sorghum; Fan Zhou’s supernatural ability couldn’t irrigate such a large area, so he’d only watered it with Spirit Spring water a few times right after planting and hadn’t watered it since.

As a result, this batch of sorghum from the Waterfall Tribe grew slowly and has only just now ripened.

This is a major event for the Waterfall Tribe—a huge, huge event. It was their first time planting seeds; they checked on them every day and waited eagerly. The Beast God did not disappoint them, and now they have finally reaped the harvest!

They stopped hunting and gathering and, together with the orcs from the Axe Tribe, spent three days harvesting the sorghum and storing it in the granary.

The quality of this sorghum doesn’t match that of Fan Zhou’s, but it’s far superior to the wild variety. The sorghum ears weighed down the stalks, and the orcs of the Waterfall Tribe were extremely satisfied.

The original seeds had filled only two or three animal-hide sacks, but now they’d exchanged them for five or six sacks packed to the brim!　More importantly, this was just the first batch!

The second batch of grass seeds would be even more abundant!

There was no way they’d go hungry this winter~

Overjoyed, Lang Tian decided to treat himself to a feast. Following Fan Zhou’s example, he steamed the sorghum in a stone pot and slaughtered several large-horned beasts.

That evening, even the orcs in the communal cave could hold a clay bowl full of sorghum in one hand and grab a piece of roasted meat with the other, eating until grease dripped from their mouths. After finishing, they’d snack on a hard nut to cut through the richness—what a treat!

This made the beastmen of the Axe Tribe incredibly envious—even Lu Hua was no exception.

Lu Hua felt a bit frustrated; if she’d known, she and Niu Zhuang would have planted all the grass seeds.

However, when she thought of the jerky Niu Zhuang had carried on his back the last time he returned, her envy faded considerably.

Niu Zhuang would surely bring back plenty of jerky this time as well. Plus, since Shi Bao was learning arithmetic from Song Li and often scrounged meals at Tu Zhou’s place, the three of them shouldn’t go hungry this winter.

Still, Tu Zhou’s cooking really is delicious. Last time, Shi Bao brought back half a water bag of hard nut soy milk—a special reward from Tu Zhou for picking up arithmetic so quickly.

This hard-nut soy milk looks great and tastes delicious, but there’s just not enough of it—even Tu Zhou can’t drink it very often…

Fan Zhou didn’t take part in the Waterfall Tribe’s bountiful harvest; he had other things to do. Salt production could be put off for a while, but building the guesthouse needed to be prioritized.

Once this guesthouse is finished, it’ll be for orcs from other tribes to stay in. If the Waterfall Tribe’s orcs were asked to work on it for free, they certainly wouldn’t be willing.

Besides, the orcs of the Waterfall Tribe are busy hunting and gathering every day—they don’t have the time to do this kind of work.

On top of that, quite a few orcs in the Waterfall Tribe are thinking about building their own houses.

Take Catfish and Bear Jing, for example—they both really love Xingwei’s little courtyard and have visited it several times.

What a beautiful little courtyard! Besides raising birds and growing wild vegetables, they should definitely plant some wildflowers!

Plus, it would be best to adorn the fence and the roof with some wildflowers as well.

If they placed the earthenware vases Tu Zhu gave them inside the rooms, just imagining such a house would be absolutely delightful.

Of course, there were also orcs who didn’t want to move into a new house.

Moving into a new house required them to make their own mud bricks; although the work was simple, it was still somewhat tiring. After all, there was nothing wrong with living in the caves as they were—there was no need to build a new house.

Fan Zhou respected their personal choices: those who wanted to live in new houses could follow the example of the Axe Tribe and make mud bricks in the evening.

Those unwilling to put in the effort could just carry on with their usual routines, just as before.

But Fan Zhou still wanted to build a guesthouse. His reputation had already reached the Giant Bear Tribe and the Treehouse Tribe, so more beastmen would surely come in the future.

As the “High Priest,” he had to maintain the dignity befitting his position.

Besides, even if no beastmen came during the winter, these houses wouldn’t stand empty; he would use them as storage for other items.

Feng Xun strongly supported Fan Zhou’s decision. The High Priest at the Sanctuary was someone others only ever fawned over—he himself would never have shown such consideration for ordinary beastmen.

Only a rabbit could have such a kind heart.

Fan Zhou and Feng Xun discussed it and decided to hire workers to make mud bricks at a rate of one hundred mud bricks for two jin of meat.

This price was rather low; the mud bricks here weren’t the standard red bricks over twenty centimeters long—each one was nearly half a meter long and ten centimeters thick.

But there were quite a few orcs willing to do this work, as summer was coming to an end, and they needed to stock up on meat for the winter.

So after the two tribes finished their regular work, everyone put in overtime. Meanwhile, as the orcs of the Axe Tribe gradually accumulated enough earthen bricks, they began taking leave to build houses.

By the time Fan Zhou’s second batch of grass seeds had ripened, more than half the orcs of the Axe Tribe were living in new homes.

Summer was completely over.

The harvest season had arrived.

The second batch of sorghum yielded much more than the first, totaling 200 mu.

In fact, not all of the seeds obtained from Niushan had been planted at the time; if they had been planted in their entirety, the area would have needed to be expanded slightly, since very few sorghum seeds are required per mu—roughly five jin is enough.

This was because Fan Zhou had deliberately planted the sorghum densely; if it had been planted more sparsely, even fewer seeds would have been needed.

However, since the two tribes combined had only a little over a hundred orcs—and only the orcs of the Axe Tribe were actually doing the work—Fan Zhou was concerned they wouldn’t be able to keep up during the busy harvest season. Therefore, he strongly urged Lang Tian not to let the bountiful harvest blind him.

In the end, Lang Tian agreed to set aside some seeds for daily food and did not plant the entire crop.

Of these 200 mu of sorghum, about ten mu belonged to Fan Zhou. The orcs first helped Fan Zhou harvest his portion, and only after it had been stored in the granary did they harvest the portion belonging to the Waterfall Tribe.

Since the orcs were working for him, Fan Zhou naturally had to provide meals. He and Feng Xun went hunting three days in advance; the two traveled a great distance and bagged well over a hundred large-horned beasts.

Early on the morning the work began, after the orcs received their sweet water, they headed straight to the sorghum fields.

Fan Zhou and Feng Xun, along with Song Li, Niu Shu, Lang Tian, and Lu Hua, began preparing lunch.

First, they steamed the sorghum. With so many beastmen to feed, serving only sorghum would have been a financial strain even for Fan Zhou, so half of the sorghum was mixed with dried vegetables.

To ensure they wouldn’t run out of vegetables in winter, Fan Zhou had started sun-drying vegetables long ago, and now they were perfect for the beastmen’s meal.

With the staple food taken care of, it was time for the side dishes.

Fan Zhou planned to make a few pots of mixed stew. Of course, if the stew were made entirely of meat, Fan Zhou would still feel a twinge of regret—he and Feng Xun needed to set aside part of the game they’d caught to trade for clay bricks, so the stew was a 50-50 mix of meat and fresh wild vegetables.

In addition, he prepared a drink—honey soy milk.

During this hunting trip, he’d discovered two wild bee nests and collected a full earthenware jar of honey.

With the slightly sweet water as a base, combined with the sweetness of the honey, this drink tasted quite good.

“Tu Zhou, you’re so generous.” Lang Tian circled around the dozen or so large pots, growing more and more eager for lunchtime the longer he looked.　What a feast!

Standing nearby, Lu Hua nodded vigorously upon hearing this. She stared at the honey soy milk and secretly swallowed hard—it looked so tempting; she really wanted a sip.

“Everyone’s helping me gather grass seeds—I can’t let you all work on empty stomachs.”

Fan Zhou glanced at the steaming hot stew bubbling away and couldn’t help but think to himself that beastmen really were easy to please; in truth, the food wasn’t all that great.

It looked like there was plenty of meat, but he’d only added salt and chili peppers; he hadn’t been willing to use star anise or Sichuan peppercorns—there were too few of those spices, and he didn’t even have enough for himself.

“I really wish you’d have us work for you every day,” Lu Hua said softly.

Fan Zhou laughed at this: “I couldn’t afford that—there are too many of you.”

“Exactly. Each one eats more than the next. If it were up to me, I’d rather harvest the grass seeds myself, little by little,” Lang Tian agreed wholeheartedly.

The grass seeds aren’t going anywhere while they’re in the ground, and there aren’t any birds near the tribe anyway. They’re perfectly safe there, so there’s no need to rush the harvest. Whenever we feel like eating them, we can just go cut the grass seed heads.

Thinking of the more than 100 mu of grass seeds about to be harvested, Lang Tian’s heart swelled with excitement; he actually found himself looking forward to the arrival of winter… He silently scolded himself for even having such a thought—it was utterly inappropriate.

Beastmen in other places don’t have this much grass to eat!

Just as Lang Tian was silently reflecting on his thoughts, Hu Sheng’s loud shout rang out from the entrance of the tribe not far away: “Why is no one here? Where has everyone gone?”

Fan Zhou looked over, and what met his eyes was not only Hu Sheng—that fool covered head to toe in bags of animal hides—but also some unfamiliar beastmen.

Huh?

Who are these people?

Just then, Hu Sheng also spotted Fan Zhou, Feng Xun, and the others cooking at the foot of the mountain. He immediately turned to Bao Cheng and said, “I don’t know where all the beastmen from the tribe have gone, but Fan Zhou is over there—let’s go over.”

But Bao Cheng didn’t respond.

Nor did the dozen or so beastmen behind Bao Cheng respond to him.

All the beastmen of the Treehouse Tribe stared wide-eyed at the Grand Cave beside the tribe’s entrance.

The Grand Cave was blocked by a peculiar water gate, yet what lay within was clearly visible: row upon row of Beast Spirit Flowers, each already bearing buds, stood quietly inside the cave.

Each bud radiated a sacred glow, showing absolutely no signs of withering.

“T-this… this…” Bao Cheng felt as if he were dreaming as he lifted his foot and walked toward the Grand Cave.

When he was a child, Beast Spirit Flowers were already a rare sight, so he had never seen so many of them at once.

They were arranged in neat rows, each plant spaced exactly the same distance from the next—so orderly, so beautiful—that he couldn’t help but soften his footsteps.

Xiong Wu hadn’t lied to him, nor had Hu Sheng; the Waterfall Tribe really did have Beast Spirit Flowers—and they were already in bloom!

At that moment, the other beastmen of the Treehouse Tribe, as if spellbound, all headed toward the Grand Cave—those were Beast Spirit Flowers, after all!

Hu Sheng watched them—some trembling with excitement, others holding their breath and standing motionless—and couldn’t help but lift his head, his face beaming with pride.

To be honest, he didn’t really like Bao Cheng, but since Bao Cheng’s group of beastmen was coming to the Waterfall Tribe—and since they’d happened to run into each other—he had no choice but to travel with Bao Cheng.

Along the way, Bao Cheng kept questioning Tu Zhou while boasting about how amazing the Sanctuary on the Central Continent was, causing him to roll his eyes countless times. What good was being so powerful? They’d still ended up angering the Beast God!

Also, although Bao Cheng thought he was hiding it well, Tu Zhou—being so smart—immediately sensed that faint air of superiority.

Bao Cheng felt that the Treehouse Tribe was close to the Bridge of Reflection, while the Waterfall Tribe was deep in the Wildlands and extremely remote, so he looked down on Tu Zhou a bit.

But Bao Cheng didn’t openly look down on him. Realizing that Bao Cheng had come to deliver Beast Spirit Flower seeds to Tu Zhou, he knew that if he drove Bao Cheng away, he’d be sabotaging Tu Zhou’s good deed, so he held his tongue.

He’d put up with it the whole way, but now he could finally lift his head and point his nose right at Bao Cheng.

Hmph, to actually question Tu Zhou, who was chosen by the Beast God—he must be at a loss now!He was definitely going to tattle on Bao Cheng to Tu Zhou. Tu Zhou couldn’t just hand over a hundred Beast Spirit Hua the moment Bao Cheng asked, like he did with Hou Yan—Bao Cheng didn’t deserve it!“Finished looking? Go find Tu Zhou now,” he urged.Only after several repeated prompts did the beastmen of the Treehouse Tribe reluctantly tear their eyes away and follow him toward Fan Zhou.Bao Cheng felt a twinge of regret. After he returned to the Treehouse Tribe from the Giant Bear Tribe, half the beastmen in the tribe believed Xiong Wu was lying. How could the extinction of the Beast Spirit Flowers possibly be caused by the High Priest and the Old Beast Emperor angering the Beast God? If that were truly the case, then why were the High Priest and the Old Beast Emperor still alive and well?The Beast God could have easily brought down divine retribution to kill these two beastmen directly—why would He let the Beast Spirit Hua go extinct? The other beastmen hadn’t angered the Beast God.Their tribe’s priest—Quan Zhi—was absolutely convinced that Xiong Wu was spouting nonsense.Quan Zhi said that the truth was likely that the Waterfall Tribe had accidentally discovered a few flowering Beast Spirit Hua, and among them was Lang Xun—a Beastman who had been exiled to the Wildlands.As a Scapegoat, Lang Xun had committed blasphemy, proving him to be a beastman of the worst kind. Unwilling to accept his exile to the Wildlands and harboring a deep grudge against the High Priest, he used the Beast Spirit Hua as a pretext to fabricate stories and tarnish the High Priest’s reputation.The orcs of the Giant Bear Tribe know nothing of the Sanctuary; they’re all brawn and no brains. Upon seeing the Beast Spirit Flowers, they believed those lies without a second thought—but the Treehouse Tribe must not be fooled!If the Treehouse Tribe believes them, it will bring great disaster upon the Treehouse Tribe!Quan Zhi stated with absolute certainty that once those words reached the Temple’s ears, the High Priest would surely send orcs to wipe out the Giant Bear Tribe and the Waterfall Tribe!Hearing these words, his heart began to race. Yes, it made perfect sense—he couldn’t refute it at all.But what if what Xiong Wu said was true?He hesitated for several days, torn between believing that Quan Zhi’s words made sense and thinking it couldn’t hurt to go check out the Waterfall Tribe…The Waterfall Tribe should indeed have Spirit-Beast Flowers. Even if they had already wilted by the time he arrived, they would still retain some medicinal properties. Moreover, the Waterfall Tribe also had a beautiful red salt and hemp cloth—a trip there would certainly be worth his while. So he set out with his clan members.But he remained skeptical. When passing by the Giant Bear Tribe, he encountered Xiong Wu, Hou Yan, and others returning from the Waterfall Tribe. Hearing these beastmen praise Tu Zhou to the skies, he still held his doubts.After running into Hu Sheng and his group halfway there, he acted as if he looked down on these beastmen from such remote places…Damn it, how can I make this right?