At this moment, Bosson only wanted to say two words: "Friendship over."
Goodbye, manually.
Busy days always pass quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was time for the trade meet hosted by the Watson Tribe by the beach.
The beach was bustling on this day, not just with the Watson Tribe but also many original tribes from Nia Forest.
Of course, they didn't want to come at first, but ultimately they succumbed to the coercion of the Watson Tribe.
They came to this fearsome place "joyfully" with their tribe's specialties.
"This Watson Tribe is really audacious, hosting a trade meet here. Aren't they afraid they will be punished by the gods of this place?"
"Who knows? It's said that the Shaman of the Watson Tribe is very powerful. Perhaps he has already communicated with the deities of this territory."
"I'm still a bit scared. The last disaster was too terrifying. If it happens again, we would have nowhere to run."
