Wu Yue's small face wrinkled. "Let's just forget about it. I don't mind teaching others, but doing it myself... that's asking a bit much."
Yuan Lang chuckled. "You're certainly careful to protect your reputation."
Wu Yue just offered a dry laugh and said nothing.
"Yue! People from the Lion Tribe, Gray Wolf Tribe, and Flying Eagle Tribe are here!"
Qingcao, seeing two figures—one tall, one short—in the distance, stopped running and simply stood where she was, hollering at the top of her lungs.
It was a perfect demonstration of just how powerful and penetrating a voice trained in the Beast World—where communication relied almost entirely on shouting—could be.
Wu Yue looked over at the sound of her voice, only to see that Qingcao had already squatted down and was chatting with a few female members of the tribe about who-knows-what.
'So, is this how you always deliver messages? So carelessly?'
