"Shaman Ji Nuan, is there something important you need to discuss?"
Not just Harry, but Casa and the others looked equally puzzled.
Ji Nuan let out a bitter smile. Judging by their expressions, it seemed they had also been deceived by the sweltering heat of the desert, forgetting about the cold season.
"Have any of you felt like you've forgotten something?"
The question left the group momentarily stunned.
Forgotten something? Could it be they had promised Shaman Ji Nuan something before but had failed to fulfill it?
"The cold season..." The low, slightly grave voice of an Orc broke the silence, drawing Ji Nuan's and Xiu Yan's attention toward the tall and muscular figure.
Casa's expression had grown grim. Ji Nuan's earlier question, along with her previous gesture of gifting beast skin clothes and mats to the young ones of this small tribe, suddenly made him realize something.
It was the cold season...
Beast skins are indispensable during the cold season.
