"Nana wouldn't actually go after Shaman Ji Nuan, right?" Mo Zha said, sounding a bit worried.
Mo Zhu, on the other hand, wore a nonchalant face with not a trace of worry. He said lightly, "Father, don't worry. Nana is very thoughtful for the tribe, she will think this through. What she just said was venting anger momentarily."
More relaxed now, Mo Zha and Mo Zhu resumed their discussion about inviting Ji Nuan to the Monte Tribe.
Meanwhile, Mo Na, who had left, ordered her mate to catch up with the leader of a small tribe who had left before, discreetly taking him back to her tent.
Mo Na sat at the back of the tent on a beast skin cushion. She looked at the quivering orc below: "After you return, find a way to lure this Shaman Ji Nuan out. Ideally, don't let her return in a short period of time."
