"Jiewu, Cang, you two should rest first." When Pan Lu passed by, he saw that Jiewu and Cang were still taking care of the wounded despite their exhaustion. He felt a lump in his throat and said, "Leave this to us."

Jiewu looked up at Pan. In his memory, Pan was an impatient child who never grew up. He never expected that after so long, he would be so mature. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Can……"

Jiewu shook his head, then suddenly remembered something and said to Pan, "By the way, Pan, can I ask you for a favor?"

Pan said, "Jie Wu, speak!"

The witch said somewhat embarrassedly, "Could you please apologize to Wheat for me?"

"What?"

The shaman blushed slightly and said shyly, "Without wheat, we might never have survived. He helped us a lot."

Pan was taken aback, but since it was Jie Wu's order, he could only say, "I understand!"

Jiewu nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, you can go ahead and get busy. As for Cang and me, don't worry. We both know what we're doing. If we get tired, we'll go and rest."

Since the witch had already said so, Pan, as an ordinary warrior, couldn't say anything, so he could only nod, accept the order, and leave.

"Cang, what do you think of this place? Is it suitable for us to rebuild our tribe here?" Jiewu asked Cang after seeing Pan walk away.

He glanced at the shaman with a pale eye, ignoring his question. He said, "You're still the same as always. Wouldn't it be more sincere if you just said it yourself? Why do you have to have Pan relay it?"

The shaman, having his thoughts read, lowered his head in embarrassment. In front of Cang, he was no longer the leader of the tribe, but rather like a student who had done something wrong: "After all, I am the current shaman of the tribe. It wouldn't be good if the other people in the tribe knew about this."

Upon hearing this, Cang angrily cursed, "Nonsense! Do as I say, or don't talk to me again!"