Looking at Grandma Shaman's eyes filled with blessings, Xiu Yan's stern facial features softened slightly, "Then on behalf of Nuannuan, I accept it. Thank you, Grandma Shaman."
Rarely seeing Xiu Yan in this manner, Grandma Shaman, with her toothless mouth, laughed heartily, "Such a well-behaved look reminds me of the first time you came here to drink the bitter water, haha."
The initially softened expression of the ridiculed Orc instantly turned cold again, and a rare shade of embarrassment surfaced in his eyes. When he was still a cub, he had once ventured out to play during the cold season and ended up with a fever. In their anxiousness, his father and mother had taken him to Grandma Shaman...
Thinking of this, Xiu Yan's handsome face twisted slightly with the memory of the bitter water that had accompanied him throughout that cold season, its taste still lingering in his senses. Now, just thinking about it made his stomach churn.
