"Ya Li, go catch some sand rats and bring them back."
Ya Li nodded, "Alright."
Seeing Ji Nuan willing to help them, the old Shaman and Harvey immediately felt relieved, and when they saw the food prepared in the cafeteria, they didn't know where to look.
This meal continued until Ya Li brought back the sand rats Xiu Yan needed.
Several orcs arrived at Ji Nuan's storeroom, where there was a workspace in the corner.
Ji Nuan grabbed a sand rat and poured the poisonous water from the Jiejielunter Tree jar into its mouth.
But something strange happened, as the sand rat was perfectly fine and continued to hop around lively.
This shocked the few orcs present.
"The old Shaman didn't take the wrong thing, right?" Ji Nuan shook the Jiejielunter Tree jar in her hand.
The old Shaman shook his head, "Absolutely not wrong, my Guardian Orc personally stole it from the tent of that tribal chief."
