Having said that, he directed the two orcs behind him to place the porcelain dish filled with fruit on a nearby rock: "These are fruits from our forest, and the porcelain dish holding them is very valuable. Across the entire main continent, only our tribe possesses them, and we have only a few. In time, we will present it to your esteemed tribe."
Gui Zhuangzhuang immediately and politely declined, but the elder priest by his side grabbed the edge of his beast skin cloak.
And in that brief pause, Ya Li had already left with the two orcs.
He turned around, puzzled, to look at the elder priest: "Priest Uncle, what's the matter...?"
The expression on the elder priest's face was priceless, as if he had received dozens of Water God Fruits.
The wrinkles on his face had all smoothed out.
This startled Gui Zhuangzhuang: "Priest Uncle, what's happened to you?"
The elder priest didn't speak; instead, he joined the other two priests, eyes gleaming, crowding around the two fruit dishes.
