Watching the two beasts in the corner gossiping about Nuannuan, Xiu Yan's eyes turned so cold they could slay a beast. Ice swords formed one after the other, whistling towards the father-daughter pair.
It wasn't until they ceased their whispers, heads bowed in fear, that Xiu Yan withdrew his icy gaze. He then glanced distastefully at Meng Tai, who was diligently grilling meat on the side, and thought to himself: my dear female cub wouldn't fall for such a stupid beast.
Little did he know that when with Ji Nuan, he wasn't the least stupid, just more stupid.
Feeling Xiu Yan's unfriendly gaze, Meng Tai felt wronged. He had been obediently grilling meat here. How did he offend this cold-faced beast?
On the side, an older tribal leader cautiously asked Meng Zhuo, "Chief Meng Zhuo, who are those Orcs?"
Meng Zhuo smiled and replied, "They are a Shaman and her clansmen from Eneru Mountain. They came to gather herbs in Lamu Mountain Forest."
