"This..." Meng Zhuo was stunned, "Can the injury caused by a Stinger Bug be cured?"
Ji Nuan found his stunned expression somewhat amusing, "The Stinger Bug is also a creature of the forest. It has things it's afraid of, so how could there be nothing to neutralize its poison?"
Meng Zhuo stood up and deeply bowed to Ji Nuan, "Thank you, Shaman Ji Nuan. On behalf of the Monte Tribe, I thank you. Now that I think about it, if it wasn't for you and the Watson Tribe coming to our rescue, I fear the Monte Tribe would have ceased to exist long ago."
Ji Nuan smiled and said, "For kind tribes and clansmen who helped our tribe when we were weak, I will always help you. But for those who have hurt our tribe, we will eradicate them thoroughly, like burning those Stinger Bugs."
As Ji Nuan spoke, he looked at the forest not far off. Meng Zhuo nodded and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "Of course, those who have harmed our tribe certainly cannot be let off."