After the ritual, Jing Jie found Jiang Xuan.
"I've made up my mind to take everyone to stay in the Vine Tribe for the winter."
"No regrets? I remind you, the Vine Tribe can only provide enough food for thirty people for the winter. If someone can't make it through this winter, they will die!"
Jing Jie's gaze was steadfast as he said, "No regrets."
In fact, Jing Jie had no room for regret.
If he chose thirty people to join the Vine Tribe, the others would die. If they continued searching for another tribe, more people would die.
Eliminating those options, in reality, having everyone stay in the Vine Tribe to survive the winter became the best choice.
"Alright, since you have decided, I will immediately gather people to help you build houses for the winter."
Just as Jiang Xuan was about to turn away, Jing Jie grabbed his sleeve.
