Meng Tai nodded with teary eyes, his voice choked with emotion, "Thank you, Shaman Ji Nuan, for all your help to our Monte tribe."
Ji Nuan smiled, "We are friends, aren't we? It's only right to help a friend."
With that, he turned to Ge Xing, "Uncle, I'll be heading back to pack up some stuff and then I'll be off. The meat at home has been seasoned already, could you help me hang it up?"
Ge Xing moved his lips a few times and ultimately nodded, "Don't worry, Aunt Naima and I will take care of your house in these few days."
He looked earnestly at Ji Nuan, "Make sure you come back safely."
Ji Nuan nodded, "Rest assured, when I help others, I make sure first and foremost, our own tribesmen will not be in danger."
Ji Nuan went home and packed a portion of every herb from his storehouse, especially the Fire Seed Fruits, of which he took many.