Chapter 516: Āmán and the Medicine Shaman

Yingfei, who had long been in sight, glared angrily at this guy, Dog thief!

If it weren't for the information I gathered myself, just relying on Bulun this idiot, they probably would never be able to know the Snow Moon Tribe's news.

"Shaman Sir Wuyue has already forgiven Yingfei for stealing the corn fruit, and moreover, it's only thanks to Yingfei that we were able to learn this much news about the Snow Moon Tribe."

The Dongsang Chief affirmed Yingfei's merit, which made the Beastfolk feel much more at ease.

Yingfei glanced at the half-beast warrior beside him who wasn't very bright, and gave him a smug look.

"Chief! Chief! The Beastman Warriors of the Vine Tribe have arrived, and there is also a Shaman Sir."

While everyone was sighing, a voice suddenly came from outside the cave; upon hearing it, the Dongsang Chief jumped up from the animal skin mat, his face full of surprise and astonishment: "Vine Tribe!"

Yingfei's expression also showed delight: "Chief, let's hurry out to greet them."

The Dongsang Chief came to his senses, struggled to suppress his joy, and walked quickly outward: "Quick, quick, quick—we can't keep the Vine Tribe's elders waiting too long."

While saying this, his pace shifted from a brisk walk to a jog, with a line of lackeys following behind.

"Hahaha! Dongsang Chief, long time no see!"

A hearty burst of laughter rang out at the camp gate; after pausing, the Dongsang Chief sped up toward the gate: "Captain Āmán, why have you come at this time?"

The extraordinarily tall and sturdy Beastman Warrior, upon seeing the Dongsang Chief, had evident smiles and goodwill in his eyes: "Shaman Sir, to prepare the shamanic medicine, several herbs are needed; I recall you seem to have them here, so I came together with the Shaman Sir to search."

Having said that, he stepped aside to the right, and an elderly-looking male appeared before everyone.

"This is the Vine Tribe's greatest healing shaman, the Medicine Shaman."

Upon hearing this, several Dongsang people shuddered, then solemnly bowed to the elderly-looking shaman: "Medicine Shaman!"

The old shaman chuckled lightly and waved a hand: "Everyone, rise; I need quite a few herbs this time, and I also need the Dongsang Chief's help."

The Dongsang Chief felt delighted—being able to help a powerful healing shaman was like gaining an extra life; he bowed with a beaming smile: "Being able to help the Shaman Sir find herbs is your grace bestowed upon our Dongsang Tribe."

The Medicine Shaman smiled and nodded: "Good."

The Dongsang Chief was about to bring Āmán and the Medicine Shaman to his own cave to reside, but then suddenly realized his cave already housed Shaman Sir Wuyue, and his expression stiffened.

He then gave an awkward laugh: "Respected Medicine Shaman, Captain Āmán, a few of our tribe's precious stone-skin fruits have ripened; I'll take you to taste them."

Āmán's eyes lit up; he leaned toward the Medicine Shaman and said: "Shaman, the stone-skin fruit tastes refreshingly cool and sweet, especially in this heat—one bite is extremely satisfying."

The white-haired Medicine Shaman, whose eyes were always smiling, brightened: "Then we definitely must give it a try."

Seeing their agreement, the Dongsang Chief breathed a sigh of relief and quickly led the group to his temporary cave: "This place is relatively close to the stone-skin fruit tree; the fruits will be brought over shortly."

He furtively glanced at Āmán, gave him a subtle look; Āmán, noticing, stood up: "Shaman, I'll go check out the caves around here to find a quiet one for you."

The Medicine Shaman waved his hand casually; at this moment his mind was full of stone-skin fruit, and he didn't care at all about caves: "Go on, go on."