At these words, Ji Nuan turned to look. A petite and sweet-looking female with wheat-colored skin was joyously running towards her. The female’s golden hair spilled freely down her back, swaying along with her stride. Even Ji Nuan, a female herself, couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it.
Behind the young female were two towering males. One was Samuel, whom Ji Nuan had t before. The other was an Orc, who, even among his kind, seed remarkably tall and muscular. He looked sowhat familiar.
When Sa Duoduo raced over to hug Brother Xiu Yan’s arm, he sidestepped her with an expression of distaste. The slighted female stood there, her eyes reddening almost instantly, tears threatening to spill.
Upon seeing this, the towering Orc hurried forward, pulling his teary eyed mate into his arms. Looking at Xiu Yan, his eyes were filled with hostility: "You dare to make Duoduo cry!"
His deanor was incredibly fierce and domineering as if he was ready to fight with Xiu Yan at any mont.
At this, Xiu Yan’s aura turned icy cold. His deep, wolf-like gaze narrowed dangerously, and the pressure emitted from his body intensified few folds. His thin lips pulled into a mocking smirk: "Control your female. I’ll decide what fits where on . If she touches anywhere again, she loses THAT part!"
Xiu Yan was not a man to accept disrespect. So, he responded with an even stronger air of dominance. Tears fell down from Sa Duoduo’s eyes involuntarily, "When you were younger, didn’t you promise that you would beco my male? Why are you treating this way now!"
Upon hearing this, Samuel sighed helplessly. As an Orc who knew his own Father’s ill-intentions towards the Watson Tribe, he understood that the beasts of the Green Mountain Tribe were no longer welco in the Watson lands as once before. It was best to keep a low profile.
"Duoduo, I’ve already told you about Xiu Yan. You need to stop bringing it up!" As a Disciple of the Tribal Shaman, Samuel still held a high stature amongst Orcs. Hearing Samuel’s scolding, Sa Duoduo puffed her cheeks before she buried her head in her mate’s arms, whimpering quietly.
"Hello, Ji Nuan. I heard that you’re to succeed the position of the Watson Tribe’s Shaman after this winter. Congratulations."
Ji Nuan, emanating a cold aura, pulled Xiu Yan behind her and responded with a sweet smile, "Thank you!"
She bore no goodwill towards the Green Mountain Tribe, who once sought to collaborate with the Tumang Tribe, and thus her tone wasn’t overly enthusiastic.
Realizing the reason behind her lukewarm response, Samuel only smiled, ready to take his sister and leave them.
"Sister, who are you, and why does Xiu Yan let you touch him?" Sa Duoduo, who had just been crying, was now looking at Ji Nuan with pure, innocent curiosity in her red-rimd eyes.
Ji Nuan couldn’t help but sense a malicious intent from this female. And...
Sister?!!?
Ji Nuan’s eyes danced with amusent and her lips pulled into an overly saccharine smile, "You’re calling sister? Hehe... If I’m not mistaken, you’re much older than Brother Xiu Yan, aren’t you?
Your mate is practically in his pri! You should be embarrassed to call your sister when I’m not even of age yet!"
Ji Nuan’s words bore no politeness, completely disregarding the face of the Green Mountain Tribe.
Upon finishing, she turned around and walked away, not sparing another glance at the three.
With a mocking look on his face, Xiu Yan sent a glance towards Sa Duoduo, whose face was twisted in bitterness, before shifting his dark, wolf-like gaze onto Samuel, "Ji Nuan is the Shaman of our Watson Tribe, you’d best be aware of your standing, and control your repulsive female. I wasn’t joking about what I said earlier."
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