In the wooden cabin by the river, Hei Jia was tearing at the fish meat with big bites, but after barely filling his belly, he quickly frowned.
"No salt at all, it's too hard to eat."
Back in the Crocodile Tribe, Hei Jia was a standout among the younger generation, with all kinds of resources adequately supplied, never lacking. But after becoming a wanderer, these resources he scarcely noticed before turned into huge problems right in front of him.
Without salt, not only was the food hard to swallow, but the body would also deteriorate. He had to supplement the necessary salt intake by drinking beast blood and eating meat.
"I need to figure out a place to rob some salt."
Sitting by the fire pit, Hei Jia pondered which tribe had more salt and could be safely robbed.
As a Five-Color Warrior, Hei Jia's prowess was unquestionable. Robbing the hunting teams of a few small tribes wasn't an issue, as long as he didn't encounter their Totem God.
