The Beastmen were all dumbfounded...
'You... you can actually do that?'
"What if no one comes to trade for us?"
The Angry Beast asked cautiously.
Wu Yue shot him a contemptuous look. "You can't be the kind of Beastmen your tribe would just abandon, right?"
The Angry Beast glared. "No matter the tribe, Beastman Warriors are always powerful."
Hearing this, Wu Yue snickered. "So what are you worried about? As long as your tribesmen come for the trade, I'll let you go back."
The Angry Beast: "..."
'I don't know why, but seeing you smile like that gives me a really bad feeling.'
The rain was still pouring down outside the cave. Once the rains of the great rainy season started, they would continue until the very end of the season.
So Wu Yue ignored the listless Beastmen, sat down in her nest of grass, and began to weave a grass cloak.
