Chapter 787

The sand lizard shaman furtively waved a little at Wu Yue: "Shaman Yue, come over, come over."

Since the last salt exchange, the old man's gaze toward Wu Yue has always carried an inexplicable affection.

At this moment, his appearance increasingly resembled that of an elder greeting his own young.

The short-haired shaman, hearing this, looked somewhat surprised at the unfamiliar young female.

Just now, that old sand lizard shaman called her Shaman Yue, right?

"Not bad, sand lizard; you old fellow have done pretty well these past few years, actually managing to train such a young shaman."

Having said that, his gaze toward Wu Yue also carried a hint of affection for seeing an old friend's junior.

Wu Yue, amused, brought Yuan Lang over to the three old men.

She bowed to the short-haired old shaman: "Shaman Sir, I am Shaman Yue from outside the endless desert."

That sentence alone caused the affection on the short-haired shaman's face to crack.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, turning to the two familiar old fellows beside him: "She just said... she's from outside the endless desert?"

Seeing his naive appearance, the two felt amused.

"Shaman Yue comes from a large tribe outside; their tribe has a huge, huge squad dedicated to trading with tribes everywhere.

"The main goods..."

Having said that, the sand lizard shaman stopped, annoyed, and slapped the short-haired shaman: "You've been standing so long, yet you didn't take us to a resting place."

The short-haired shaman understood, glanced at Wu Yue, and actually felt a great joy rise in his heart.

I don't know what secret this female shaman carries.

Under the short-haired shaman's lead, the group arrived at a concealed little camp in the oasis.

Around the camp, tall and sturdy Beastman Warriors stood guard.

"This is my place; you two tribes can stay here for the duration of the trade fair.

"Even the old poisonous creature wouldn't dare come to my turf to relieve itself."

The two shamans instructed their people to set up the sand huts in the spots arranged by the short-haired shaman, then followed him into a spacious sand hut.

Wu Yue also curiously surveyed the sand hut she was in, having been in the endless desert for so long.

The sand hut before her was the largest and most spacious she had ever seen.

After each sat down in the sand hut, the sand lizard shaman told the short-haired shaman how Wu Yue and the others had become separated from their tribe and gotten lost in the endless desert.

"I brought them here this time also to ask the Grand Shaman for help contacting the super-tribe, so they can join the super-tribe's traveling party and return to their own tribe."

The short-haired shaman nodded, then solemnly looked at Wu Yue and Yun Lang: "Without even mentioning finding the super-tribe, your current status would likely make it very difficult to see our tribe's Grand Shaman."

"Although I can help relay your message, the Grand Shaman is very unlikely to see you."

Having said that, he gazed deeply at Wu Yue: "You understand what I mean, right?"

Wu Yue nodded: "Naturally."

"A Grand Shaman, if anyone who wanted to see him could, that would really be..."

She reached into her side's hide pouch and took out a palm-sized bamboo jar: "Please look at this; tell your tribe's Grand Shaman that I offer this in exchange for a chance to contact the super-tribe—I believe the Grand Shaman would want to see me."

The short-haired shaman took the small bamboo jar with some suspicion, casually opening its lid.

The next second, he swished up to his feet, face full of shock as he looked at Wu Yue: "This... this is snow salt!"

Seeing him recognize the snow salt, Wu Yue nodded: "Our tribe has a large territory in the Bai Sha Yan Hai; this snow salt is one of the products our tribe produces."

"Tribes all over the Beastfolk Continent also often trade snow salt with us."

"Of course, although I've been separated from my tribe, I still have a batch of snow salt on me."

"If the shaman can have your tribe's Grand Shaman help me contact the super-tribe, I will naturally give you a satisfactory gift."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Lang beside her lifted a heavy hide bag from behind and placed it on the short-haired shaman's lap, then opened its mouth.

The short-haired shaman's pair of large hands unconsciously clenched, and his breathing grew heavy the instant he saw the whole bag of snow salt.

Under the gaze of the four eyes beside him, the short-haired shaman reached out and lifted the hide bag holding the salt at his side: "You wait here; I'm going now to see the Grand Shaman."

Having said that, he ordered the Beastfolk guards outside to prepare food for the group, then hurriedly walked into the oasis interior.

Only after the short-haired shaman's silhouette departed did Wu Yue smile brightly at the Hump-backed Shaman and the Sand Lizard Shaman: "Thank you, both shamans, for your help."

Yuan Lang also smiled, handing each of the two shamans an equally heavy hide bag.

The two stared fixedly at the bulging hide bag with fiery eyes: "Shaman Yue, you're being far too polite."

"Exactly, I had previously promised to help you—how could I then take your belongings as well!"

The sand lizard shaman spoke with righteous words, yet his eyes stared unblinkingly at the hide bag filled with salt before him.

He only wished he could immediately embrace it in his arms.

"We don't know anyone else in the endless desert; if anything happens later, we still hope the two shamans can help as much as possible."

The two shamans finally withdrew their gaze that had been stuck on the hide bag.

Afterward, they solemnly looked at Wu Yue: "Shaman Yue, we two won't boast; as long as it doesn't threaten the tribe and its people's safety, we will do our utmost to help you."

That's exactly what Wu Yue wanted to hear.

"Some salt and they expect people to fight to the death—that's just a dream."

The short-haired shaman also didn't make Wu Yue wait long.

The group had just finished eating the insect-killing meat jerky and spiky fruit served by the Beastman Warriors.

The short-haired shaman then came back in a flustered hurry.

But the hide bag of salt he had just taken out was already gone.

"Shaman Yue, the Grand Shaman summons you."

The short-haired shaman's eyes shone brightly, his gaze toward Wu Yue gaining several degrees of fervor.

Turning, he ordered the sand lizard and hump-backed shamans: "I'll take Shaman Yue to the Grand Shaman; you two old fellows can stay here, or return to your own tribe's camp..."

The two shamans waved their hands dismissively: "We two don't need you to arrange things; hurry to the great shaman."

The short-haired shaman led Wu Yue toward the oasis center.

"Your snow salt, the great shaman likes it."

The tribe didn't obtain enough pure salt in trade with the super-tribe this year.

Therefore the great shaman values the snow salt you brought.

He should agree to take you to participate in this year's super-tribe gathering.

Originally the great shaman had promised to bring the old poisonous one, but you should take his place.

The old poisonous one is also with the great shaman; after a while you'll go over, you need to be careful of this old thing.

I will also do my best to help you strive for it."

?? Late second update.