Chapter 521: Clenching the Cuff

Shaman, this is Shaman Yue, who gave the protective shamanic art to Rourou.

The little old man's bright, sparkling eyes, upon hearing the protective shamanic art, again burst forth with intense light, like two midday suns, scorching hot.

The protective shamanic art is what you, little female, gave to Rourou and them?

Two withered claws rubbed back and forth, the greed in their eyes blatant to the extreme.

Wu Yue only felt that the hairs all over her body, as if soldiers in military training hearing the "stand at attention" command, all stood up with a swish.

Unconsciously, she retreated a few steps, standing at a distance she considered sufficiently safe from the little old man.

Hello, I am Shaman Yue of the Snow Tiger Tribe; that protective shamanic art is what I gave to Rourou and them...

Before he finished speaking, the withered little old man's eyes shot out excited light, tottering on small steps as he was about to come running.

Oh dear, that protective shamanic art you... hey! A Man child, what are you doing? Pulling me, what are you doing? I want to go talk to Shaman Yue little female.

The little old man, grabbed around the waist by the Beastman Warrior, kept kicking and struggling with his legs, wanting to run toward Wu Yue.

A Man gave Wu Yue an apologetic smile, then, embracing his own shaman's waist, he took him aside.

Leaving Wu Yue and the others staring at each other.

Wu Yue adult, regarding the... that protected A Man captain and them during the winter...

Seeming not knowing how to describe the defensive shield, the Dong Sang clan chief waved his hands in the air: 'That kind of thing that can block the Beastman Warrior's attacks—could it actually be your shamanic art?'

Dong Sang couldn't help but feel a hint of suspicion; this Snow Moon tribe's Shaman Yue adult might be hiding her strength, for although he didn't see the protective shamanic art very clearly, the fact that it could block the attacks of a Golden-rank Beastman Warrior was indeed true.

If this Wu Yue adult really is hiding her strength, then I ought to treat her with even greater respect.

Wu Yue gave a bitter smile and shook her head: 'I'm just a shaman; I couldn't possibly produce such powerful shamanic art—it was granted to me by the Grand Shaman of the Polar Forest. I get along well with the people of the Huoteng tribe, and since they left before the first heavy snow, fearing they might encounter danger, I gave them one.'

Wu Yue adult, you are truly kind!

The Dong Sang clan chief sincerely sighed, his heart more firmly resolved to cling to Wu Yue's thigh, his attitude becoming ever more respectful.

Hahaha! Shaman Yue adult, I just heard A Man child say that the person who saved their lives is you, so I'm a bit excited; Rourou is my child's child, thank you for saving them, may the Beast God bless you.

The little old man, having returned to normal, walked over with a leisurely gait, his face full of sincere smiles, looking somewhat proper.

Wu Yue was taken aback, then slightly bowed with a light laugh: 'Thank you, Shaman Sir's blessing; I get along well with Rourou, A Man and them, and I'm also glad to be able to help them.'

Come on, come on, let's first go into the cave and have the Dong Sang clan chief bring a few more stone-skin fruits to eat.

Having said that, he directly invited Wu Yue to head toward the previously cool cave, completely failing to see the Dong Sang clan chief's face about to burst into tears.

Damn it, that stone-skin fruit tree had only a few matured fruits in total; the last matured one he had placed in his temporary little cave, which he had prepared to have as an evening snack.

But now, it was just mercilessly requisitioned like that; the Dong Sang clan chief, feeling wronged, bit tightly on his own cuff, afraid that if he didn't believe it he would burst into tears.