At this moment, Gui Zhuangzhuang was also feeling quite dejected. Both the Whale Priest and the Python Priest had mentioned inviting members from the Watson Tribe to Swordfish Island, but they didn't arrange for a familiar orc to come and visit daily.
Now leaving them tossed on this pitch-dark sea surface, he was almost scared to pee, okay?
Huffing, he bit into a piece of dried meat. The Lord Priests truly didn't pay them much attention, and it made him so mad.
"Gui Zhuangzhuang!"
While criticizing the priests inwardly, Gui Zhuangzhuang got startled by a familiar shout, almost dropping the dried meat onto the sheepskin raft.
The orc, quick with his hands, grabbed the remaining bit of dried meat and tossed it into his mouth.
Only then did he stand up and look towards the direction of the island.
Indeed, standing at the front was that messed-up... ahem...
That orc, wasn't he their own elder priest?
He waved his hands joyfully and yelled: "Lord Priest, we are back."
