At this, the Beastman Warrior drooped his head, looking somewhat dejected.
'If only I had known... If only I had known...'
"Witch, isn't the Beastman Warrior by your side going to compete?"
The male, who had just been provoking the witch, couldn't help but call out as he looked at her from a short distance away.
The witch turned to look at him. "Witch Disciple, you should just worry about yourself."
'She was already on a different level than these lowly Witch Disciples. She wondered what Yuan Lang's reaction would be when he saw her after she returned, stronger than before.'
"Is the Beastman Warrior behind you your mate, Witch?"
The brown-haired Beastman sitting in the seat of honor had already overheard the conversation between the Yan Yan's Tribe Witch and the Beastman Warrior behind her. A dark look swirled in the depths of his eyes as he asked.
