The autumn harvest had passed, and life in the Great Wilderness gradually began to slow down.
The children were called to the Childcare Center for lessons each day, while the adults busied themselves with various tasks.
Yun Tian hunted down a giant deer weighing over a hundred thousand jin in the forest. A party of eight, led by Feng Xu, took the prey to the Witch Tribe.
The Witches' camp was much smaller than the Human Race's.
A simple ring of wooden stakes surrounded it. Inside, there were no proper houses, only a few towering thatched shelters.
Sensing the humans outside the camp, a half-human, half-beast figure three zhang tall emerged.
"I am the War Shaman. Who comes here?"
He spoke the language of the Witches, but it shared similarities with the humans' language. The two sounded like dialects from different regions.
Feng Xu could just barely understand him. Drawing inferences from what he heard, he adapted to the Witches' manner of speech to communicate.
"We are the humans who live here. We had some clashes with you before. This time, we have come to make peace and avoid unnecessary trouble in the future."
The War Shaman before them had reached the late Mysterious Immortal stage and was probably this tribe's leader.
"Hahaha! Mere humans think they deserve to make peace with us? Fine! We Witches respect only the strong. Defeat us first, then we can discuss anything else."
The War Shaman stepped forward, utterly fearless even before seven Mysterious Immortals.
War Shaman was not a name, but a position. Among the Witches, those without sufficient strength or merit did not deserve a name.
"How do you want to fight, then? One on one, or a group brawl?"
"Why make it so troublesome? All of you can come at me