Tang Mo really couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She had seen narcissistic people before, but never one to this degree.
Just a savage who happened to be born with a normal nose, eyes, and mouth, yet she really thought she was some kind of goddess.
'This must be what all frogs in a well, ignorant of the outside world, are like.'
But now wasn't the time to have a complete falling out with these savages. Tang Mo planned to collect a little interest first.
She took some rosemary, a local specialty of this tribe, from her Space and used her spiritual power to send a small gust of wind carrying the scent inside.
A taste of their own medicine.
Soon, Lea was slumped over the table, fast asleep and motionless.
Tang Mo walked in boldly through the door, pulled a pair of scissors from her Space, and began to collect her interest.
She had just watched this woman spend a long time combing her hair, so it must be very precious to her.
