Chapter 228: I am mature and steady

The half-beasts were truly excited; when their wounds began to fester earlier, they had also been very panicked.

Because this meant that if treatment was delayed, they might be abandoned.

Although they had already braced themselves for the final outcome, thinking they would never see their families and clansfolk again, the sorrow in their hearts surged uncontrollably.

When they lay in the grass shed waiting to die, who would have thought they would ever recover?

These past few days, chatting and joking with the clansfolk in the same grass shed, even speaking with their families outside through the shed, were so wonderful that they felt as if they were dreaming.

Until today, when the shaman arrived…

Seeing the familiar old face of their own shaman, they could no longer control their emotions and burst into wailing cries.

Bang! It wasn't a dream; they were truly healed.

Their excited hearts and trembling hands just wanted to hold the little female and walk around.

Black Wolf Shaman looked at them with disdain: "Just heal properly, strive to recover quickly and go out hunting—how old are you, still wailing?"

Upon hearing this, the half-beast warriors wiped away their tears, sniffled in unison, and solemnly stared at Black Wolf Shaman.

An appearance of me being mature and steady.

But… that one over there with snot dripping to the corner of the mouth, even licking it…

Shouldn't I ask you to come out and give your thoughts on licking your own snot?

This scene happened to be seen by Black Wolf Shaman; Old Pure Person instantly felt that his whole self was off.

He hurriedly turned to leave: "All right, seeing you're fine puts my mind at ease; there are many beastman warriors waiting for treatment, so I'll go first."

Taking advantage of these brats showing off, he hurriedly slipped away, or else they'd soon entangle him again.

Unfortunately, as the lecherous Old Pure Person's thin claw just reached out, the grass curtain at the grass shed's entrance was lifted from outside.

Following that came a slightly indifferent female voice: "I heard the Snow Tiger Tribe's little female actually healed those half-beast warriors whose wounds had already festered?"

Her tone held a hint of doubt, a hint of mockery, and a hint of arrogance, making listeners feel somewhat displeased.

The female didn't wait for a response from the beasts inside the grass shed; she simply walked in.

But… as she took a step forward, a strange sensation came from her chest.

Her expression suddenly stiffened, and she felt a surge of anger: "What thing dares to… shaman?"

Her angry words, upon seeing the black wolf shaman's claw still jabbing her chest, instantly changed tone.

The beastman warriors behind her, who were about to step forward and lash out, instantly fell silent.

Damn! It's actually the shaman!

Black Wolf Shaman looked at this female before him; beneath his somewhat disheveled brows, his deep black eyes no longer held the gentle light they had when looking at the half-beast warriors.

Instead, he wore a measuring gaze, an arrogance and contempt that the female could not match: "Your chest bumped my hand—just say what to do about it!"

The surrounding half-beasts and beastman warriors were shocked by Black Wolf Shaman's remark.

I've seen thick-skinned people, but I've never seen one this thick.

The males inside the grass shed glanced at the female's towering chest, then looked at the composed Black Wolf Shaman, and really wanted to ask: Did the female's chest hurt your hand when it bumped?

Behind the female, a beastman warrior from the Mad Lion Tribe stepped forward: "Shaman, it's our tribe's little female who's too eager.

She just became a shaman disciple this year, curious about good healing methods, and merely wanted to come in quickly to see the healed half-beast warriors."