Dizzy from the sun's heat, Ji Nuan had no time to reminisce with the others. Looking rather ill, she said, "Prepare a tent for me. I need to rest."
Upon hearing this, Chief Mo Zha was taken aback. Seeing the discomfort on Ji Nuan's face, he immediately ordered the Orcs to vacate his own tent for her.
To everyone's surprise, Ji Nuan frowned upon hearing this and said, "I want a new tent. I won't stay in a tent that other Orcs have already used."
"Live where you please, if you don't like it, leave, who cares!" a angry voice rose behind the Orcs. Ji Nuan looked and saw Mo Na staring at her angrily from the entrance of the tent.
Ji Nuan raised an eyebrow, amused. I enjoy your hatred for me because you can't do anything about it, she thought.
Without glancing at the displeased Mo Na, Ji Nuan turned to Chief Mo Zha, "If I am supposed to leave, can you return my basket first? It still has many herbs that I need."
