Chapter 558

Beside the loom on the ground lay two large grass mats; on one mat were snow‑white cloud fruits, which at this moment the females had torn into a very fluffy shape, like individual clouds.

On the other mat lay the plant‑derived thread that the Snow Tiger Tribe always used, soft strands neatly piled together, waiting to be woven into cloth fine enough to make beautiful garments.

"Cloth woven from cloud fruit would surely be more comfortable, but we have too little cloud fruit on hand; we can only wait until we cross the Lin River and reach the Yun Wu Shan Mai to exchange for more."

Cotton cloth is one of the most comfortable fabrics.

Yuan Lang didn't really understand these matters; in his country, weaving has always been done by women.

But sitting on a small stool now, handing thread to the woman weaving, watching her happy, busy self, his heart filled with warmth.

With the pat‑pat sound of the loom, sunlight streamed in through the window, warm, tranquil, and beautiful.

The Beastfolk organizing the plant threads twitched his ears, his expression turning uneasy.

Wu Yue reached out to take the plant thread but grasped at air, looking puzzled at the Beastfolk beside her: "Yuan Lang?"

Seeing the young female's puzzled look, Yuan Lang set the neatly arranged thread on the grass mat: "Someone is coming to the tribe soon."

Wu Yue put away her current work, planning to continue later; she intended to personally make the first piece of cloth produced by this new loom.

"What kind of person?"

He lifted her from the gap in the loom and whispered, "I saw one of the members of that super‑tribe we met in the deep polar forest; if I'm not mistaken, that old man is also a shaman."

"An old man?"

Wu Yue pondered a moment: "Is it a short‑statured old man whose mouth always bears a faint smile, a refined gentleman?"

Yuan Lang chuckled, glancing at the petite woman beside him: "Well, if it weren't for that animal‑skin outfit, he would look somewhat like a scholar."

"But what is the Kuma Tribe coming to our tribe for? Are there any others?"

After muttering to herself, Wu Yue raised her head and asked again.

Yuan Lang's eyes, infused with the power of the beast god, flickered with a faint gold; after careful examination he shook his head: "Only that shaman is familiar to me; the others are completely strange."

Wu Yue pondered a moment, then loudly commanded the male tribesman guarding outside: "Go summon Captain Ying Ze."

The male answered loudly and hurried toward the place where Ying Ze's squad was training.

Ying Ze moved quickly; in just a moment he arrived at the weaving room, shouldering his proud great axe.

"Yue, have you made another kind of divine artifact again?"

Looking at this weapon‑obsessed fool who couldn't pull himself away, Wu Yue also rolled her eyes impatiently: "This is an important matter—the Kuma Tribe has arrived, and among them is a shaman we encountered in the deep forest before."

"We still don't know their purpose this time; you and your axe squad must put away all your weapons, replace them with ordinary stone tools, have the iron‑working tribesmen cease work, and quickly cover up the iron‑working site."

The Snow Tiger Tribe's extensive iron‑ore trade in this forest is no secret; these shamans are all extremely sharp, as clever as monkeys with fur stuck on them—we cannot afford to be careless.

Although Yuan Lang had seen the Kuma Tribe's people, by the time they actually arrived it was already lunchtime for the Snow Tiger Tribe.

"Wu Yue of the Snow Tiger Tribe, I wonder how the Grand Shaman of the Hua Xia Tribe is doing?"

As soon as the healing shaman arrived, he inquired about the identity of the Hua Xia shaman that Wu Yue had fabricated when she was showing off.

"Thick‑skinned Wu Yue smiled, gave a slight bow to this shaman, and then said: 'If I knew you knew the Grand Shaman, I would certainly ask the Grand Shaman to wait for you.'"

"The Grand Shaman has been traveling; recently hearing that we had come to the Lin River area, she came to see us, and incidentally helped one of our tribesmen infuse shamanic power to break through the Golden Stage, after which she left to continue her travels."

Upon learning that the powerful shaman had already departed, the healing shaman secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Good grief, he isn't really trying to meet that fearsome Grand Shaman; he just wants to use the Grand Shaman's name to draw closer.

The group sat down in the empty hall; Wu Yue looked at the healing shaman with a smiling gaze and said: "I also learned from the Beastman Warriors that during your travels you actually went to our Polar Forest, and to meet you here is truly a blessing of the beast god."

The healing shaman looked at Wu Yue with a smiling gaze and said: "I also didn't expect your Snow Tiger Tribe to come to our Yun Wu Shan Mai. If it weren't for the old mushroom‑head of the Hu Teng Tribe going back to deliver some miraculous potion to the Hu Teng Grand Shaman and letting slip to his subordinates, I might still not have known of your arrival."

"Miraculous potion?"

Wu Yue snorted coldly inside; that medicine shaman really knows how to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha—he asked for the liquid from here and then gave it to someone else.

"I really didn't expect you to come to our tribe; last year I saw the Hu Teng Tribe's female nicknamed Rou Rou, I liked her, so I gave them a barrier talisman, thinking your tribe would find me meddlesome and hold a grudge."

The healing shaman stared for a moment, then burst out laughing: "We didn't kill those who went to the Polar Forest; although it's regrettable, our two tribes have been fighting for more than a day or two—this certainly can't be blamed on Wu Yue."

Having said that, he took an animal‑skin bundle from behind the beastman and placed it on the wooden table: "This is something our grand shaman personally prepared."

The animal‑skin bundle was opened to reveal a packet of extremely precious herbs; Wu Yue felt these herbs had been sent straight to her heart, and her impression of the healing shaman improved considerably.

But she did not reach out to touch them, after all, it's easy to take a gift hard to repay.

"These herbs are very precious; I don't know what the Kuma Tribe needs our Snow Tiger Tribe to help with."

Wu Yue deliberately emphasized the word "help"; there's no such thing as a free gift, so the Kuma Tribe certainly has an agenda.

"The healing shaman smiled and said: 'We also want a portion of that miraculous potion you gave the medicine shaman—just a little—hoping Wu Yue can give us some.'"

Upon hearing the old shaman's words, Wu Yue relaxed inside.

That bucket of water had been sitting for a long time; its medicinal power had long been exhausted, even less than what the medicine shaman had taken away.

She smiled and nodded: "Naturally, with so many precious herbs, it's more than enough to trade for a bamboo jar of the potion."

"I'll have the Beastman Warrior fetch a bamboo jar for you."

She was about to order Teng Qian to fetch it, but saw the healing shaman raise a hand to stop him: "I'd like to come along to see that miraculous shamanic medicine, if that's all right."