The Black Wolf Witch, however, burst out laughing with abandon. It was a blatant show of disrespect.
The Lion Tribe Witch Disciple's expression instantly became ashen, as ugly as a rusted iron plate.
The female Witch Disciple glared viciously at Yuan Lang, her eyes filled with malice. "Do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me like that!"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang shot her an impatient glance. "And why should I care who you are?"
His expression was detached and cold.
"Fine. The Snow Tiger Tribe... very good."
After shooting Yuan Lang one last sinister glare, she turned and left with the Beastman Warriors of the Lion Tribe.
Only then did Wu Yue wipe away the tears that had welled up from holding back laughter. "I never realized you were so good at pissing people off."
Yuan Lang snorted. "She's just a Witch Disciple. Always walking around with her chin in the air, acting like she's better than everyone else. Just looking at her is annoying."
