"Signs of battle!"
Jialouluo, who was most sensitive to fighting techniques, looked at the barely noticeable marks on the ground and said with a frown.
"There's no real problem, all the familiar scents in the tribe are still here, and those natives haven't suffered any significant personnel reduction," Meng Ze's words somewhat reassured the others.
"You are finally back!"
When Jialouluo and the others saw the Akam Tribe, Shuibing also sensed their presence.
"Did something happen?" Chen Jiuge asked.
"Did something happen? A lot has happened!" Shuibing smiled wryly.
Truthfully, seeing this expression on Shuibing's face, who never admitted defeat and was always self-assured, Chen Jiuge knew the situation was not simple.
"There are many matters; let's talk about it after we go back!"
"Alright!"
At the tribe's camp, they each poured Spiritual Tea and Spiritual Wine, relaxed on chairs.
