The old shaman's mouth twitched. The way you say it, why do I feel like I'm not fit to be a shaman?
He shook his head, throwing this ridiculous thought out of his mind, then turned around to organize his herbs.
I can't talk to Shaman Ji Nuan anymore; she's utterly poisonous, like a deadly toxin. I'm almost poisoned to death.
The time ticked by slowly, and Ji Nuan had already eaten two fruits, while the old shaman was restlessly pacing inside the cave.
Suddenly, the echo of urgent footsteps came from outside the cave, and a young tribesman ran inside: "Shaman! Shaman!"
Although his tone was urgent, his voice was filled with deep joy. Ji Nuan's eyes twinkled, as she already knew the outcome.
The old shaman rushed over and excitedly grabbed the orc's arm: "How is Amu? How's your Amu doing?"
