But at this moment, it was not the time to be lenient—if they couldn't find salt anymore, the Watson Tribe would face a massive crisis.
Wincing as though it pained her, she took a palm-sized porcelain bottle from the beast skin pouch tied around her waist.
Under the expectant gazes of the old priest and Zhuangzhuang, she placed it in front of them.
"I brought two bottles of Beast God Fruit Skin Powder with me this time—I need to keep one for myself, but here's more than half of the other bottle for you."
The old priest and Zhuangzhuang looked at the small, exquisite porcelain bottle before them, their hearts bursting with joy.
They had not expected that the Shaman, whom Gui Baobao had met while sneaking out to play, would come from a major tribe.
And thus, the tribe the Shaman belonged to must be very, very powerful.
Just like a few powerful clans in their Aquatic Clan.
