Although they were Shaman disciples who might inherit the Shaman's position in the future, none of them would ever speak about this before they officially became a Shaman. The elderly Shaman of the Serra Tribe had always been protective of his position, believing he was the most esteemed Shaman in the Lamu Forest.
Looking towards the direction of Shaman Ji Nuan's tent, Layla sighed, suddenly feeling uneasy. He couldn't tell if bringing this remarkable yet young Shaman was a good or bad decision.
Turning to the Tribe's food storage, Layla acknowledged the Hunting Team Leader, hoisted up a Green Bull Beast, and headed towards the nearby riverside. He lit a fire and started roasting chunks of the beast.
As for Ji Nuan on the other side...
Ji Nuan was alert, studying the elderly orc. She didn't comprehend why, but from the moment this Shaman of the Serra Tribe entered her tent, she had a disconcerting, perilous feeling in her heart.
