There were indeed some tribes with malicious intentions targeting the Watson Tribe's base, but in the face of absolute strength, these little pests were no match at all. Each one was stripped naked and hung on the big tree of their own tribe's base.
After the orcs on patrol released them, they could only retreat silently back into their tribe, and their fear and awe of the Watson Tribe grew even stronger.
The storms outside had no effect on the lives of the people in the Watson Tribe's main tribe, branches, or various mainland bases. As long as one entered the Watson Tribe's base, they had to abide by the Watson Tribe's rules, or face severe punishment.
Even though Ji Nuan and the others still managed the affairs of the tribe, the younger generations were also starting to shine.
"I say, Little Ya Mi, what are you up to again?" A cute little voice sounded behind the tall, petite female.
