Speaking of this old Clan Leader, he truly is the legendary shapeshifting treant of the change-of-face world. Just outside the tent, he was still giving Mu Qing the cold shoulder, but as soon as he stepped inside, the smile on his face was blooming like flowers in spring.
"Shaman Ji Nuan, I’m here again, hahaha, you’re really not fair. Since you’ve co to our place, why not directly trade the potion with us?"
The old Clan Leader spoke with a hint of grievance.
When an old man acts aggrieved, it’s really quite pitiable, but alas.
The old Clan Leader’s play of misery has no effect on Ji Nuan at all.
Still, with his trademark warm smile, his small white teeth showing, "How can I do that? Our tribe was taken care of by Qingmu’s tribe when we were still small. Anyway, trading with them is the sa."
"Besides, one of the herbs needed to configure the potion is only found on our continent. At least I haven’t seen it on the two continents I have traveled."
Ji Nuan’s aning was very clear—there’s no way to trade directly with you because you lack the materials.
This lucrative business will ultimately still fall to Mu Qing’s tribe.
The old Clan Leader’s eyes lit up as he thought of sothing, and he chuckled as he sat across from Ji Nuan, "Shaman Ji Nuan is an evolved orc, isn’t he?"
Ji Nuan glanced at him and smiled, "Hasn’t the old Clan Leader already figured it out?"
"No wonder you’re so kind to Qingmu’s tribe. Those little guys must have given you all the raw fruits they traded back."
Mu Qing was sitting by the side, happily counting tree bark jars, grinning from ear to ear.
Hearing this, he turned his head towards the old Clan Leader, "Shaman Ji Nuan has practically saved our lives, so what are a few raw fruits? Anyway, with this potion now, there’s no need to worry about the tribe’s population numbers."
The old Clan Leader nodded upon hearing this. Indeed, the lives of the Divine Wood treants are too long, and the tribe’s population must be controlled within a certain range. Those raw fruits are not as valuable as they used to be.
Ji Nuan glanced at the old Clan Leader and said with a smile, "During these days here, the old Clan Leader has really taken good care of us. How about this, every year, I’ll prepare ten extra potions for Qingmu’s tribe, and these ten don’t require a trade."
The old Clan Leader’s slightly squinted eyes instantly widened, and the smile on his old face was like a blooming chrysanthemum, "Every year?"
Ji Nuan nodded, "Of course, every year. If any year you don’t receive them, it must be because Qingmu’s tribe is hoarding them, hahaha..."
The old Clan Leader glared fiercely at Mu Qing, "Just let him try hoarding my potion."
Despite saying this, upon hearing Ji Nuan’s words, the old Clan Leader felt quite comfortable inside.
Mu Qing quickly nodded in agreent. Although losing ten potions was a pity for him, he absolutely wouldn’t embezzle them, maintaining his bottom line.
The old Clan Leader fished around his chest and brought out two Beast God Fruits, handing them to Ji Nuan, "This is a token of our tribe’s gratitude, hoping Shaman Ji Nuan would accept them, one aged fruit and one raw fruit."
Ji Nuan glanced at the old Clan Leader and didn’t stand on ceremony as he accepted them. Things like Beast God Fruits can never be too many.
He just silently decided in his heart to prepare more potions for them.
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