In the stilt house, Qing Ye and Jiang Xuan sat across from each other by the fire pit.
The fire pit in the stilt house was built with stones and mud from the foundation, which is one of the architectural features of the Crocodile Tribe.
While roasting beast meat, Qing Ye softly looked at Jiang Xuan and said, "Two years have passed, and you didn't come to see me. I thought you had forgotten about me."
Jiang Xuan said somewhat awkwardly, "In the past two years, a lot has happened in the tribe. The tribes migrating from the Western Wilderness clashed intensely with us, and I really couldn't find the time to come."
Hearing about the tribal war, Qing Ye asked nervously, "You didn't get seriously injured, did you?"
"No, I've always had decent luck, and besides, the Vine God is watching over us."
Qing Ye breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
Soon, they both fell silent again, with only the crackling of the fire and the sizzling sound of roasting meat in the house.
