A few Beastman Warriors from the Lion Tribe shot Yuan Lang a cold glance before jogging to catch up.
"Heh. A bunch of spineless fools who do nothing but follow that female around!"
Yuan Lang scoffed at the beastmen's retreating figures.
"What spineless fools?"
The words had barely left his lips when a clear, sweet female voice called from outside.
Yuan Lang's eyes lit up, and he hurried forward to push aside the grass curtain.
Wu Yue walked in, carrying a basket full of fruit.
Yuan Lang chuckled. "Just talking about those Beastman Warriors from the Lion Tribe."
He took the small basket from her hand as he spoke, setting it aside. "Didn't you say you were going to rest? Why are you back here?"
He glanced at the Half-beastman Warriors peeking out from their straw beds. "They're all doing fine. Don't worry."
With that, his deep, dark eyes narrowed, and the corner of his mouth curled into a very "friendly" smile. "Right?"
