After bidding farewell to the shaman, Ge Xing grimaced and muttered, "That old fox, he's definitely trying to get close to Ji Nuan and her cub again."
Ji Nuan woke up from her pleasant sleep at noon. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and stretched.
This bear-like clan leader sure has comfortable beast skin bedding. It was so thick and the bottom layer was padded with a layer of thick dry grass. She slept for so long and didn't feel any dampness from the beast skin beneath her.
Putting on her beast skin coat, Ji Nuan stepped out of the tent. The sun hung high in the sky, radiating a warm glow.
"Little Ji Nuan, are you awake?" Ge Xing's voice came from one side. Ji Nuan turned her head towards him.
A few orcs from the Watson Tribe were sitting together in front of a stone-enclosed fire pit, roasting tantalizing meat. The chubby lion cub sat on a beast skin mat, looking at her with sparkling eyes.
