The Orcs opposite each other exchanged glances, their faces becoming somewhat grave, as they also hadn't expected that taking Mo Na out to hunt some prey could stir up such trouble.
"What's so ferocious? Isn't it just an inferior Orc? It's wounded, so what? Being injured by me, Mo Na, should be his honor!"
She was incredibly arrogant, completely unaware of her mistake, and had even insulted the Orc who they had hurt. Her defiant and domineering manner caused the Orcs of the Watson Tribe to frown. How could there be such an annoying female?
Xiu Yan's face was colder. His wolf eyes narrowed as he looked at Mo Na. "You're the one who hurt my tribesman?"
Mo Na turned her haughty gaze towards the Orc who was speaking. Yet, the moment she saw Xiu Yan, her expression was infatuated.
It seemed as though she automatically filtered out Xiu Yan's previous question, and a sweet smile spread across her face: "Hello, my name is Mo Na, what's your name?"
