Because he liked it too much, he couldn't bring himself to refuse and carefully took it over, played with it for a while, and then let the Orc carrying the yellow goat beast skin put it into the skin bag.
"I won't be polite then, old Orc. I really do like this thing, haha."
After another round of politeness, the old priest and his group finally bid farewell to Bosson and entered the sea to swim towards Tortoise Island.
The old priest, sitting on the tortoise's back, kept turning his head back to look at the floating yellow goat skin strap.
The fondness in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Gui Zhuangzhuang paddled a few strokes with his claws and swam over to the old priest.
"Lord Priest, if other tribes see these two jars, their eyes will definitely turn green with envy, especially those beasts from the Sea Crocodile Tribe, hehe."
Thinking of those envious looks from the Sea Crocodile Tribe made Gui Zhuangzhuang unable to suppress his laughter.