When the sound entered Namila’s ears, her body involuntarily shook from the pleasant tingling sensation it caused. She unconsciously moved forward a step, her eyes glowing as she gazed towards the direction of the sound.
The sound of casual footsteps grew louder. Ya Li, clad in the Guard Team’s uniform, erged from behind a tent. The first thing that captured Namila’s and Nakula’s attention was his soft, enticing face, a sight so beautiful that it would not be an overstatent to describe it so.
ng Zhuo was indifferent to Ya Li’s physical appearance, knowing that he too was a powerful evolved orc.
He gestured casually towards Namila and Nakula: "These two are the Clan Leader Nakula and his daughter Namila from the Nacha Tribe. They are here to see Elder Mu Qing. Is he around?"
Ya Li nodded: "He’s in there, tidying up his tent."
"You actually have a Divine Wood Tree elder tidy up his own tent!" exclaid Namila, her voice lacking its usual raspiness, instead sounding sowhat gentle.
Ya Li finally turned to look at her. Namila’s heart constricted as she felt his captivating eyes upon her, making it difficult for her to breathe.
However, Ya Li’s gaze only lingered on her for a mont before he turned his attention back to Chief ng Zhuo: "I will send an orc in to call for him. You can wait here in the anti."
With that said, he indicated a tent on the outskirts, its entrance unobstructed by any beast skin.
Familiar with such matters, Chief ng Zhuo, along with Nakula and Namila, headed towards the indicated tent: "Hurry up, I still need to tidy up my own tent. These few days have been taxing on both man and beast."
A twitch appeared on Ya Li’s lips: "It’s not as though I pleaded with you to co."
Chief ng Zhuo rolled his eyes. This young man really had no respect for him, a chief of a large tribe.
Watching Ya Li turn away, a trace of curiosity appeared in Nakula’s eyes, while Namila craned her neck to watch his receding figure, hoping for a longer glance.
"ng Zhuo, that orc doesn’t seem to have much respect for the chief of a large tribe like yourself," remarked Nakula. What he truly wanted to say, however, was that the orc didn’t show any respect for him, completely indifferent to both him and Namila, which greatly displeased him.
ng Zhuo knew what Nakula was thinking and his lips curled into a strange smile: "I dare not ask him to show any formalities, for he is none other than the captain of Shaman Ji Nuan’s Guard Team."
Nakula frowned: "He may be Captain of the Shaman’s Guard Team, but that doesn’t make him a Shaman."
Exchanging a aningful glance with Nakula, ng Zhuo responded: "Well, that depends on whose Guard Team Captain he is."
His words ignited even more curiosity in Nakula and Namila about the legendary Shaman Ji Nuan: "I wonder if we’ll get a chance to et the accomplished Shaman Ji Nuan."
ng Zhuo shrugged with a smile: "I’m not sure about that, but we’ll be able to find out tomorrow. Shaman Ji Nuan is a very kind and benevolent shaman."
Ambition glead in Namila’s eyes and a shy smile appeared on her face: "If Shaman Ji Nuan’s Healing Technique is so powerful, I wonder if I would be lucky enough to learn so of it."
"You’re better off staying by your father’s side," a cold voice interrupted Namila’s speculation.
When they turned to look, a middle-aged Divine Wood Tree man with white hair and white eyebrows had walked in.
ng Zhuo rose and spread an animal skin on the innermost part of the tent: "Elder Mu Qing, please have a seat."
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