Watching the female beastman's retreating back, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang both narrowed their eyes. Her back, which looked like she was storming off in a huff, seemed unnaturally stiff.
But first, there were a few small fry who had ruined his moment that needed to be dealt with. Yuan Lang looked away, a cold smile returning to his face as he cracked his knuckles. "It's been a while since we've... caught up."
Teng Qian: "!!!"
Teng Kun: "!!!"
Qingcao: "!!!"
'We don't have a relationship! What's there to catch up on?'
But would Yuan Lang listen? Of course not.
A moment later, a series of miserable howls echoed throughout the entire Snow Tiger Tribe.
Meanwhile, the female beastman who had fled the battlefield at the speed of a champion racewalker let out a soft sigh of relief and quietly wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"That was a close call."
