Grandma Shaman didn't directly answer Ji Nuan's question. Instead, she turned to look at her and asked with a smile, "Do you think we should let them in?"
Ji Nuan's gaze was indifferent as she looked at the Tumang Tribe's orcs wailing miserably beneath the city wall: "Why should we let them in?"
Grandma Shaman's old face broke into a wide smile: "Exactly, some acts of kindness are unnecessary."
"Meow!"
Suddenly, a soft meowing noise reached the ears of the beastmen. While the Watson Tribe's orcs were taking pleasure in watching the spectacle from atop the city walls, a small kitten took the opportunity to sneak up there.
The cat had long craved the handsome beastman. There was no way it would miss this opportunity. Its eyes shining with excitement, it leapt from the city wall, aiming straight for Ya Li.
Upon hearing that familiar meow, Ya Li had a bad feeling. Sure enough, seeing that white furball pouncing from the city wall, tears streamed down Ya Li's face.
