For half a day, Jiang Xuan had been on the tree, crouching, sitting, or lying down, having shifted through countless positions.
The waiting was unbearably boring and anxiety-inducing.
"Leader, the people from the Mushroom Forest are coming out."
As Jiang Xuan lay on the thick tree branch feigning sleep, the warrior tasked with surveillance quietly woke him up.
Jiang Xuan immediately perked up, sat upright, and looked toward the Mushroom Forest.
Indeed, those who had led the mountain turtles into the Mushroom Forest were retracing their steps.
Jiang Xuan noticed that despite how long they'd been in the Mushroom Forest, their numbers hadn't dwindled, and the two large mountain turtles were loaded with items, indicating a bountiful harvest.
"It seems our earlier speculations were accurate. This tribe understands this Mushroom Forest well, but it's unclear what they've obtained from it."
