Having regained his senses for a while, Ji Nuan finally resigned himself to getting dressed. After washing up and tidying his hair, he slowly walked out of his tent.
At this time, the front of the Watson Tribe's tents was filled with a group of unknown orcs. At the head of the group was an imposing middle-aged orc. Beside him, stood...
"Meng Tai?" A soft feminine voice echoed, bringing a moment of silence to the area. Ji Nuan steadily walked over to Clan Leader Ge Xing's side and looked at Meng Tai. "Why are you making such a fuss so early in the morning?"
Ji Nuan didn't look happy. No matter how he looked at it, these orcs seemed to be here to cause trouble.
Meng Tai gave Ji Nuan an apologetic smile. Then he walked up to the imposing middle-aged orc and introduced him: "Father, this is Shaman Ji Nuan, whom I told you about."
He turned to Ji Nuan: "Shaman Ji Nuan, this is my father, Chief Meng Zhuo of the Monte tribe."
Meng Zhuo bowed: "Shaman Ji Nuan."
