A massive black snake's head peered out from the tree's crown; the familiar coldness flashing in its black pupils sent a chill down Ji Nuan's spine.
She was confident in the efficacy of the Sharp Tooth Grass. She didn't expect the Snake Orc to recover so quickly.
She quickly moved forward to hold the flustered little lion cub in her arms. A sarcastic smile tugged at Ji Nuan's lips, "I honestly didn't expect that you could recover so rapidly. It appears that the dose wasn't sufficient."
The black python slithered down the sturdy tree trunk and transformed into an Orc with a slightly soft visage upon landing.
Ji Nuan was taken aback, "You're not the Snake Orc?"
Ya Li smirked, his elongated eyes slightly raised as he said, "I never would have guessed that that fellow Ya Gu would lose to such a small, scrawny cub like you. This is a disgrace to our Tumang Tribe.
Furthermore, kiddo…
Don't compare me to that idiot. I am the successor of the Shaman of the Tumang Tribe, Ya Li.
