The shaman shot to his feet. If he weren't holding back, he would have pulled Qiao Xixi into a hug.
Sensing his enthusiasm, Qiao Xixi quickly took two steps back and sat on a nearby stone stool.
"Please, Shaman, sit down. You can tell me slowly."
The shaman nodded, the excited look on his face not fading in the slightest.
"Priest, we found more Grass Fruit."
Qiao Xixi was startled. "You found more?"
The shaman nodded. "That's right. I've already sent Hong Xi and the tribe's males to gather them."
'I can't believe there's more,' Qiao Xixi thought. 'But this is a good thing.'
The shaman wrung his hands, seemingly at a loss for how to begin.
"Is there something you wanted to say, Shaman?"
The shaman looked quite sheepish.
"Priest, I know that refining Salt Crystal is your secret recipe…"
"You want me to teach you how to refine Salt Crystal? Of course."
