Chapter 355 (2/2)

The group was like the others that heard the story, they didn’t believe much of it, the young people in the tribe liked to exaggerate stories anyway.

However, the leaders in the group thought about it for a while and the energetic old man asked the person beside him, “Why do I feel that I heard this before? The way he threw the stone at the beast felt familiar.”

“Same here, but I can’t think of where I heard it from,” said the person beside the old man.

“This barbaric way of killing beasts, I’m certain I heard it before. Maybe I heard it when I was in the city.”

As the three leaders of the group discussed, the others had nothing much to say. No matter what they thought, they wouldn’t dare to refute anything the elders said.

The elder asked Wan Fu, “I saw him talking to you before he left, what did he say?”

Wan Fu was turned serious. The man talking to him was the current leader of the tribe leader’s grandfather. The elder ranked high in the tribe and was highly respected by others.

Wan Fu replied in full honesty, “Ten days ago when we were out gathering, Shao Xuan said that it would rain this afternoon. He was reminding me then to clean the jars we kept meat in to collect water later.”

When Wan Fu finished his sentence, the younger ones in the group couldn’t hold back their laughter.

“Haha! You believe this? What is he? A shaman?”

In the tribe, that kind of people wasn’t generalised as just shamans, they were differentiated by their sexes. The men were shamans, the women were shamanesses.

“Exactly! Why would a shaman come here? ‘Born and raised outside, doesn’t know his roots?’ What bullcrap!”

“He should be beaten up and thrown out.”

“Only Wan Fu can believe this bullshit. How old are you to get fooled so easily?”

The young men continued their conversation as the three leaders kept their silence.

The elder flashed a smile, “I’m overthinking. Alright, let’s move the things inside.”

Wan Fu wanted to defend Shao Xuan but seeing the elder had spoken, he could only swallow his words. When he got back home, he and his wife quickly prepared the jars for later.

Noon soon passed.

The young men that came back from the trip were bragging about the things they saw on the trip to their friends while the elders were discussing and reflecting on the trip.

The sound of thunder came from afar.

Everyone stopped their actions. All tribesmen dropped what they were doing to run out and look at the sky.

Looming grey clouds were approaching them, bringing strong winds. They could see how fast the clouds were moving, how they seemed endless like an army marching towards them.

Thunder continued to roar.

It seemed that it was really going to rain, it wasn’t just thunder.

“Hurry! Get the jars!” shouted someone.

“Ah, mine are all filled!”

“I don’t care, clean it now!”

“What about the things inside?”

“Throw it out! Hurry!”

In this ever-changing weather, who knew how long it would rain for. Anyone would regret immensely if they missed the rain.

Large raindrops dropped to the ground, stirring up dust as they did.

The sky wasn’t clear anymore, it was dark. Its looming presence sent chills down people’s spine.

Soon, more rain came pouring down, as if someone was pouring water from the clouds.

The children let out screams of joy as they ran out to play in the rain.

The baffled young men that were bragging to their friends murmured, “It really rained.”

The leaders, especially the elder thought the same. That man actually got it right!

Was he really a shaman?!

The people that tried to convince Shao Xuan to stay felt immense regret. They should have grabbed onto his leg and begged him to stay. They had a shaman in the tribe too but he wasn’t as powerful. He didn’t even dare to mention that he was one in the cities. This person could predict the weather for the next ten days. If only they could make him stay ……

At that time, Shao Xuan was long gone.

The cacti in the surroundings soaked up as much water as they could in their roots. Their stems that were previously flaccid became turgid from the water. They were water collecting machines working their best to prepare for the dry days ahead of them.