Chapter 229: Even more badass than a shaman

The Black Wolf Shaman also couldn't stand seeing a newly made Shaman Disciple little female acting even more arrogant than him; he just wanted to give her a lesson.

If he really had to argue with a little female, as a shaman of a large tribe, he truly couldn't bring himself to do it.

But…

"With such low cultivation talent, you might as well not learn any healing methods; just go back and meditate properly."

Having said that, he gave her a cold glance and then left.

After walking a few steps, he turned back again, looking at them with an angry expression.

The female and the Mad Lion Tribe beastfolk stiffened; "What... what's going on? We didn't do anything!"

"Hey, are you just standing there waiting to get hit?"

Having said that, he let out a cold snort and left.

At this moment, the Black Wolf Tribe chief finally squeezed out of the grass hut with a serious face; before leaving, he didn't forget to earnestly advise: "Get a good rest."

Only then did he pantingly chase after the Black Wolf Shaman ahead.

After the two big shots left, the female's expression sank.

Thinking about how the Black Wolf Shaman, in front of so many beastfolk, said her cultivation talent was low, her mood turned very gloomy, wishing she could turn and leave immediately.

But thinking of the shaman's advice when leaving the tribe, she took a deep breath and steadied herself.

It's fine; as long as she isn't embarrassed, the embarrassment falls on others.

She once again regained her previous indifferent expression and walked into the grass hut.

Looking at this strong-built, very beautiful female, the Black Wolf Tribe's half-beast warriors no longer had their previous enthusiasm.

They were still very clear about their own shaman's temperament.

He had clearly shown his dislike for her just now; if he saw them fawning over her behind her back, he'd definitely beat them up.

Moreover…

Thinking of the female's earlier arrogant appearance, the half-beasts exchanged a glance…

Maybe they don't even look down on these half-beast warriors.

So, the second act that angered the female appeared: she, who usually received lively gazes wherever she went, was actually ignored.

Those half-beast warriors just lay weakly in the grass nest, eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

What she feared most was the sudden silence; she felt she could no longer suppress the fire inside her.

She then turned her head to look at the only beastman warrior still standing in the grass hut: "What are you still standing there for? Don't you know you're also a beastman of the Black Wolf Tribe?"

In this face‑judging world, her furious tone instantly turned into a gentle inquiry upon seeing Yuan Lang's handsome face.

She didn't receive anyone's fiery gaze, but she sent her fiery gaze to Yuan Lang.

Being stared at by the female's fiery gaze, Yuan Lang felt completely calm inside.

"After you've looked, leave; the half‑beasts' wounds aren't healed yet, they need more rest."

As soon as her words fell, her deep eyes turned to the Black Wolf Tribe half‑beast warriors lying in the grass nest watching the show; she gave them a threatening little glance, then turned to the stone bowl placed aside, and the corner of her mouth curled into a sinister smile.

The Black Wolf Tribe half‑beast warriors' faces stiffened, showing they understood instantly, and they all started to grunt.

"Oh dear, my head hurts so much; do I have to go see the Beast God?"

"My leg…"

"Is my arm going to break again…"

The female's originally fiery gaze instantly turned gloomy again; right now she had no mood to look at the half‑beast warriors.

"You wait for me; you're just a low‑rank beastman warrior."

Having said that, she swept aside the grass curtain and left.