Ji Nuan walked over to Fu Yi, "What happened yesterday exactly?"
Looking at the worried eyes of the shaman, Fu Yi obediently recounted what had happened when he returned to the tribe yesterday.
"So it seems Bertel is still the root of the trouble!" Ji Nuan said with a cold gaze.
Ge Xing sat on a beast skin cushion, "When I went to the Gru Tribe today, I just overheard the orcs there plotting to snatch the Beast God Fruit of the Monte Tribe. Fu Yi's matter was only known to them after another orc came to report it. Perhaps Ji Nuan's cub cleaning up Bertel a few times has left him threatened, surprisingly telling the people of the Gru Tribe not to provoke us."
Ya Li also nodded, "Hmm, the Serra Tribe is the same; they also heard about it afterwards. Mo Zha also warned Mo Na not to provoke us saying he is afraid of being killed by us."
Ji Nuan stared round-eyed at the orcs around him, "Are we in the tribe really that ferocious?"
