With enough food and the potion given by Ji Nuan, the old shaman's body recovered in a week.
And over these days, he discovered many magical aspects of the Watson Tribe. The giant black snakes could understand the orcs' language and even help the orcs of the Watson Tribe with their tasks.
As the warm season gradually came to an end, night temperatures started to drop. The thing called a kang in the house could release heat by burning dry branches.
Lying in the warm bed, the old shaman even began to imagine how wonderful it would be to have such a heated kang during the cold season and grew more eager about the Watson Tribe's plans to establish their tribe.
"Shaman Ji Nuan, our West Tribe looks forward to your arrival."
Ji Nuan smiled at the old shaman, "Of course, I hope to collaborate with all the tribes of the Desert Continent."
Exiting the gates of the Watson Tribe, the old shaman and his guardian orcs headed towards the Xida Tribe.
