The astrologer frowned, "It's the herbs that can help you with healing when you are sick."
The tribal chief said disdainfully, "We never get sick, only die from old age or in battle."
Fo Lanying rolled her eyes speechlessly. These wild people's skin is hard enough, but they never get sick? That's just defying nature!
"If you die in battle, it's due to injuries, right? If you can stop the bleeding and heal them in time, perhaps fewer people would die in battle," the astrologer said. "How about this, we'll trade some injury medicine with you, so you let us find the herbs we need, and we'll leave as soon as we find them."
The chief pondered for a moment, considering his current situation, and finally nodded, saying, "Fine, but it's not because I'm afraid of you. Even if you kill me, my tribe will never let you leave here alive!"
The astrologer pursed his lips, too lazy to argue with him, and quickly came out of the state of divine communication.
