Wu Yue was utterly baffled. "Huh?"
'When did I become a Good Samaritan? I don't even remember the person I helped.'
The female scratched her head, a little embarrassed. "My son was the Half beastman Warrior who guarded Ye Duo with Shi Lin. If it hadn't been for you back then, I'm afraid he would have gone to see the Beast God long ago."
Wu Yue felt a sense of disillusionment. She remembered the female with the big, messy head of hair, then looked at the Grandma before her, who was clearly a bit cleaner. '...'
'How should I put this... I suddenly understand the difference between a woman with makeup and one without.'
"You don't have to thank me. If it weren't for those two Half beastman Warriors, who knows what would have happened in the tribe. As a witch, it's my duty to heal the members of our tribe."
Wu Yue's words, so full of righteous conviction, moved the two Grandmas and the surrounding females deeply.
