The place the tribe had cleared was a bit away from the edge of the forest.
Ji Nuan was seated on a rock, with Chief Ge Xing's support, and beside her was a fluffy little white ball.
"Uncle Chief, the injury on my ankle, it was done by an orc, wasn't it!" Ji Nuan's tone was absolutely certain.
The little fur ball, Fu Yi, quivered its two small paws in surprise and looked towards the place wrapped in beast skin.
Ge Xing's face was grim, his voice low: "Hmm, I noticed it too, but we don't know who it is yet. To avoid alarming the beast, let's not make a fuss about it."
Ji Nuan's doubts were immediately put to rest: "I guessed it by seeing your expression just now. I can't believe it is so, but why?"
Ge Xing coldly chuckled, "We'll know why once we catch this beast! For now, let's pretend we don't know about it, no matter what the beast's intention is.
It's bound to act again."
