Chapter 563

A Yun, who was being watched by Wu Yue Sir, was now using all his strength to control his hands, preventing them from trembling, suppressing the urge to tightly grasp the cloth in his hands.

Her still somewhat waxy-yellow cheeks were now flushed red; she nodded carefully, afraid that if her nodding motion was too big, the unstable thing in her hands would fall.

"Shaman Sir, this garment was made according to the one you showed me earlier; I... I am also making it for the first time. Please take a look and see if there's anything wrong, and I will fix it."

When Wu Yue Sir initially brought this piece of soft material, which she had never seen before and was called cloth, to find her, saying he wanted her to make clothes for an external tribe's shaman, she almost thought she was dreaming.

Wu Yue reached out to take the garment she was holding in her hands, and carefully unfolded it.

The soft cloth instantly spread out; the brown shaman's robe unfolded in her hands, the fabric soft and even emitting a gentle glow.

"Tsk, to give such fine clothing to that old man of the Kuma tribe is truly wasteful."

Teng Qian extended his claw to touch it, but was met with Yuan Lang's merciless slap from the side: "Have you washed your claw?"

Teng Qian picked his nose, giving a doubtful little glance at his younger brother, wondering if his habit of not washing his hands after defecating had already been spread by this annoying younger brother.

Teng Kun glanced at his older brother's nose-picking hand, disdainfully curled his lip, and silently moved away.

Wu Yue handed the garment in her hand to Yuan Lang beside her, then summoned a male guard: "Take A Yun to the food storage cave to fetch a wild boar beast leg."

Still somewhat dazed, A Yun heard this and suddenly exclaimed in shock: "Wu Yue Sir, I am a member of the Snow Moon tribe; these are things I should do, I cannot take the tribe's food."

Wu Yue reached out to help the still somewhat thin female up: "As long as one contributes to the tribe, they deserve reward; this applies to any tribe member who contributes—go get your food."

A Yun nodded heavily with a choked voice, then deeply bowed to Wu Yue Sir and the several Beastman Sirs in the room, and, feeling excited, followed the male guard out.

The conference room door was shut again by the guarding tribesmen; Yuan Lang then walked to the wooden table and pulled out a dagger only the size of his palm, which at this point appeared to be exquisitely crafted.

"Boss, my carving skills aren't bad, right?"

Teng Kun walked over with a simple smile to admire his masterpiece; the dagger's blade was wrapped in a wooden sheath carved with exquisite patterns.

Wu Yue took the dagger in admiration, her delicate index finger pad rubbing over the fine patterns on the wooden sheath, looking at Teng Kun with admiration: "I never expected Teng Kun you still have such skill; this carved wild chicken is truly lifelike, even the weeds beside the wild chicken are carved."

As soon as her words fell, Teng Kun's smug cheeks stiffened, and Ying Ze beside him looked at him with eyes already gritting his teeth.

Wu Yue, who was about to draw the dagger, oddly looked at the two: "What's wrong with you? If there's any conflict, wait until these Kuma tribe people leave to settle it."

Teng Kun looked at Wu Yue with a resentful expression: "Yue, what I carved was an eagle."

Wu Yue's smile stiffened.

Ying Ze's handsome face turned completely dark.

After calming her emotions, Wu Yue's fingers slightly trembling pointed to the lines surrounding the 'wild chicken': "Then these weeds..."

Teng Kun grew more resentful: "Those are the clouds in the sky."

Ying Ze beside him gave a hehe cold laugh.

"You said you would carve my soaring heroic posture, yet you ended up making this?"

Wu Yue pressed her forehead, feeling much like when Tang Bohu pointed to Qiu Xiang, and the fake Tang Bohu drew a picture of a chick pecking at rice.

"It's fine; anyway, as long as we don't say, the healing shaman won't know what we actually carved."

Teng Qian bluntly interrupted the sharp stare-down between Teng Kun and Ying Ze.

Wu Yue slowly drew the dagger, its sharp blade flashing with a cold light in the sunlight.

"This might be the first metal implement to appear outside the tribe."

The soft, dyed cloth garment, the sharp and extraordinarily precious dagger—Wu Yue's lips curled slightly.

When the oath is taken a few days later, that healing shaman will surely be shocked by these two items, and the might of the Huaxia tribe will be proclaimed once again.

The stronger the thighs behind them, the safer they can be.

The Kuma tribe's Beastman Warrior squad only reached the Snow Moon tribe a week after the healing shaman and his party arrived at the tribe.

More than twenty Beastman Warriors strode slowly, carrying a pole so thick that two Beastmen could embrace it, emanating an oppressive pressure.

Their jaws clenched tight; although it looked merely like a thick wooden pole, each Beastman Warrior felt as if each step bore endless pressure, sweat pouring down like rain, leaving wet footprints on the ground.

The healing shaman hurried over, his shamanic power surging around him, carefully wrapping the entire pole, whereupon the Beastman Warriors carrying the totem pole finally exhaled deeply.

One by one, they collapsed limp onto the open ground.

Teng Kun repeatedly instructed the tribe members to prepare food for these Beastman Warriors, fetching water and fruit.

A group of people snatched the water and food, wolfing it down as if to compensate for the large amount of stamina they had previously expended.

"Wu Yue, the totem pole is best placed near the altar."

The party arrived at the altar's edge; after the healing shaman carefully positioned the totem pole, a smile finally appeared on his face, and he turned to look at Wu Yue standing behind: "Wu Yue, the totem pole has also been delivered; should we now swear an oath before the Beast God Sir?"

Wu Yue nodded; Teng Qian beside her, seeing this, quickly summoned the already-prepared tribespeople to lay all the sacrificial food on the first step of the altar.

And at the very front of the steps were two items placed on a smooth wooden board, covered with genuine precious beast pelts.

Because they were covered with beast pelts, although the healing shaman was extremely curious, he also had no way to peek at what was inside those two pelts.

"I, Habu, healing shaman of the Kuma tribe, swear before the Beast God Sir..."

"I, Wu Yue, shaman of the Snow Tiger Tribe, swear before the Beast God Sir..."

The two each took their oaths; at the moment the oaths were established, a mysterious feeling arose between them.

It let them know that if they violated the oath sworn before the Beast God Sir, they would both be punished.

The healing shaman turned and laughed heartily at Wu Yue: "Wu Yue, our friendly mutual aid relationship is now established."

He carefully took from his bosom a small Beastfolk bao guo about the size of his palm: "This is something I obtained during my youth when fighting for the tribe from a aquatic Beastman; it is very precious."

He handed the small bundle to Wu Yue: "I hope our friendly relationship can continue forever."