Chapter 291: Call Her Wu Yue

After leaving a group of males to guard the cellar, Wu Yue then brought the remaining tribespeople down the mountain.

Having not returned home for a long time, everyone missed their families; after saying goodbye to all, Wu Yue alone walked toward the shaman's cave.

The guard today was another half-beast warrior; upon seeing Wu Yue, a look of respect appeared on his face: "You've come to find the shaman?"

Wu Yue's identity as a shaman was no longer a secret among the beastfolk and half-beast warriors at the tribe's core, and everyone respected her greatly.

Especially when this newly promoted shaman had made many contributions to the tribe, the sense of awe deepened further.

So, indeed, not bad for a pure human capable of becoming a shaman?

Wu Yue nodded with a smile: "Are the clan chief and the shaman together?"

The half-beast warrior respectfully replied: "Yes, the clan chief just came over a moment ago."

Having said that, he stepped forward, lowered his head, and whispered softly: "There is also a shaman from the Flying Eagle Tribe inside the cave."

"Flying Eagle Shaman?"

The half-beast warrior glanced at the cave behind him: "You wait here a moment; I'll go give notice."

Wu Yue nodded, watching the half-beast warrior go inside, and couldn't help recalling the scene when she encountered the Flying Eagle Tribe's beastfolk while hunting fierce beasts before; they seemed quite fond of the Snow Tiger Tribe's people.

Could it be because the shamans of the two tribes have a good relationship?

The half-beast warrior soon came out, bowed, and said: "The shaman invites you to enter."

Wu Yue smiled, gave a slight nod to the half-beast warrior, and walked into the shaman's cave.

The light inside the cave was a bit dimmer than outside; she walked a few steps before adapting to this brightness.

In the innermost spot, the Xuehu Wu and the Snow Tiger Clan Chief sat in a grass nest; beside them was a gaunt, gloomy-looking old man, presumably the Flying Eagle Tribe's shaman.

I heard this Flying Eagle Shaman is the most skilled at using shaman poison among the four great tribe shamans.

I don't know whether practicing shaman poison requires constant contact with toxic substances, but this shaman looks different from other shamans, carrying an extra touch of gloom.

"Shaman, Flying Eagle Shaman, Clan Chief."

Wu Yue bowed to the several eminent figures.

The Xuehu Wu's weary face finally broke into a smile as he pointed to the nearby grass nest: "Please have a seat."

Seeing his complexion off, Wu Yue suddenly recalled what the tribespeople had once said about the shaman's lifespan, and her heart gave a sudden jolt.

"What's wrong with you? Your complexion looks terrible—are you sick?"

Wu Yue's concern was sincere, making the Xuehu Wu's smile grow even deeper.

He was smiling so hard his gums were about to show: "I'm fine, just tired these past few days."

Wu Yue felt some doubt: as the shaman at the very top of the tribe's pyramid, what could possibly exhaust him to this extent?

The Flying Eagle Shaman looked at Wu Yue, but asked the Xuehu Wu: "Is this young female Ye Duo?"

Apart from the Snow Tiger Tribe's shaman disciple, who rarely appears, there's probably no one else who could make an old comrade treat him like this.

But the Xuehu Wu pursed his lips: "No, it's not Ye Duo; this is Wu Yue."

Having said that, he looked smugly at the Flying Eagle Shaman: "Our tribe's newly promoted shaman—you can call her Wu Yue."

Our tribe's newly promoted shaman...

That sentence struck like a thunderbolt from flat ground, completely dazing the Flying Eagle Shaman.

He stared at Wu Yue in disbelief for a few glances, then, pulling at his own wrinkled old face, looked at the equally wrinkled old face of the Xuehu Wu: "When did this happen?"

The Xuehu Wu: "It hasn't been long; after Ye Duo."