Fu Yi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Miaomiao said she wants to eat some fish."
With a smile, Ji Nuan patted her little head. This little one was truly a little gluttonous cat.
Dashing all the way, the beasts finally reached the Monte Tribe in the evening. Because they hadn't tried to hide their figures, the patrolling orcs immediately noticed their tracks: "Who's there?"
The orc's voice was very loud, startling the tribespeople around. Due to the incident with the Serra Tribe's smoke bombs last time, every tribesperson was on guard. At the orc's shout, a large number of orcs flooded in from all directions.
Xiu Yan slowly retracted his wings, as Ji Nuan, holding the kitten, jumped down, smilingly saying, "Sorry for the disturbance, it's me."
The small female figure and familiar warm voice made the orcs of the Monte Tribe instantly recognize her: "Shaman Ji Nuan!"
