Chapter 233: What else is there to worry about?

The black wolf shaman beside him laughed out loud without restraint, utterly disrespectful.

The Mad Lion Tribe shaman disciple's face instantly turned as ugly as a rusted iron plate.

The female shaman disciple glared at Yuan Lang, eyes full of gloom: "Do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me like that!"

Hearing this, Yuan Lang glanced at her with a hint of impatience: "Who are you? What does it have to do with me?"

His expression was indifferent and aloof.

"Good, your Snow Tiger Tribe is really good."

After giving Yuan Lang a grim look, the female led the Mad Lion Tribe beastman warriors away.

Wu Yue then wiped the tears from holding back her laughter: "I didn't realize you had such a talent for angering people."

Yuan Lang snorted coldly: "She's just a shaman disciple, always holding her chin high, acting like nobody's as good as her—just looking at her is annoying."

Glancing at the direction she left, Yuan Lang snorted, thinking highly of himself; last time in the grass hut he acted all high and mighty, calling the little female's name.

This time he came over and put on that same face for the little female—damn, you're infuriating.

The black wolf shaman beside them glanced at Yuan Lang, eyes flickering, as he stroked the whisker on his chin.

Tsk, I don't know why, but I suddenly find this kid much more pleasing to the eye.

Could it be an illusion?

Wu Yue turned to the black wolf shaman, who seemed lost in thought: "Shaman, come sit in the grass hut."

She then turned sideways, making an inviting gesture.

The black wolf shaman laughed heartily as he led the way into Wu Yue's grass hut.

The little female's grass hut was spotless and filled with a pleasant fragrance.

Wu Yue took a few fruits from the corner basket and placed them on the grass nest: "Have some fruit."

The black wolf shaman snatched a fruit and flung it to the beastman warrior behind him, then smiled at Wu Yue.

"You probably know why I came this time, little female."

His dark eyes shone with sharp light, his gaze toward Wu Yue quite frank.

Wu Yue took two fruits, gave one to Yuan Lang, popped the other in her mouth, and said: "Of course I know; aside from that method for treating festering wounds, what else would merit a shaman and shaman disciple coming in person?"

The black wolf shaman laughed loudly: "You're a smart little female; then I'll say it—I hope you can tell us that method for treating festering wounds and the herbs."

Wu Yue shook her head decisively, refusing bluntly: "Impossible."

Taken aback by such a blunt refusal, the black wolf shaman was briefly surprised, but, considering the method's preciousness, he calmly accepted it.

He didn't ask again, just shook his head regretfully: "Although I already knew the outcome, hearing your refusal is still disappointing, haha!"

At this moment, the black wolf shaman inexplicably felt a sense of openness.

But the fact told Wu Yue that some people can't handle praise.

Just moments ago he was called open, but the next second he became somewhat lewd, edging closer with a shrinking posture.

As he tried to edge closer to Wu Yue, a strong arm blocked him: "Just talk—why get so close?"

The beastman said in a tone of great dissatisfaction.

Black wolf shaman: "..."

It's not me putting myself down; although I was handsome when young, I'm now old and weathered—what else do you have to worry about?