Chapter 567

Unlike the merriment of the smaller tribes outside, the atmosphere inside the Snow Moon Tribe's meeting hall at this moment was not very pleasant.

Wu Yue looked coldly at the imperious medicine shaman before her, finding it amusing.

"Which tribe we ally with is our Snow Moon Tribe's own affair; what right does the medicine shaman have to interfere?"

Wu Yue's words were blunt; although her tribe's strength was not as great as that of the Huo Teng Tribe, she believed the Huo Teng Tribe would not dare to act rashly against them, after all, they were not a wild chicken tribe without backing.

The medicine shaman's lofty expression stiffened, frowning at the female seated opposite him: "You gave Meat Meat and them powerful magic talismans—wasn't it to come here and seek our protection?"

"Since you have pledged allegiance to our Huo Teng Tribe and also gotten friendly with the Ku Ma Tribe, this is a betrayal that will bring our tribe's attack upon you."

Wu Yue gave a speechless look at the old man muttering to himself: "When did we ever say we sought your Huo Teng Tribe's protection?"

"Giving the talismans was merely because I favor Meat Meat and A Man; it has nothing to do with your Huo Teng Tribe."

"Moreover, neither our Snow Moon Tribe nor the Snow Tiger Tribe needs your protection; we have the mighty China Tribe behind us."

The medicine shaman's face darkened; he had been rude to Wu Yue and her tribe because he thought they were already subordinate tribes under his tribe's protection, never expecting them to think otherwise.

The medicine shaman felt embarrassed, and the Huo Teng Tribe beastman warrior standing behind him also felt embarrassed.

And A Man's head was drooping so low it was nearly between his legs.

Although he had misjudged, and even seeing Wu Yue's current attitude toward him and his tribe, he feared their relationship was worse than that with the damned Ku Ma Tribe; yet as a shaman, he could not tolerate such rudeness from a shaman of a small tribe.

"Hmph, then let's see how strong the Snow Moon Tribe can become under Wu Yue's leadership."

Having said that, he turned and strode out with a dark face.

Wu Yue snorted coldly as she rose: "Medicine shaman, you're not joining our tribe's trade fair?"

The medicine shaman's steps did not pause as he walked out, his mocking voice drifting back: "Of course I'll join—I want to see what fine items you can produce."

A gloomy light flickered in the medicine shaman's eyes; if the trade fair went poorly, it would be fine, but if they truly succeeded...

... then he would certainly make Wu Yue and the Snow Moon Tribe know the consequences of offending him and the Huo Teng Tribe.

"What thick skin—everyone's already torn faces apart, yet you still have the nerve to stay."

Teng Qian spat harshly at the retreating figures' backs.

Wu Yue watched the medicine shaman's gloomy back, a vague unease stirring in her heart.

"Let's rest first; the trade fair starts tomorrow. Having just turned hostile with the Huo Teng Tribe, we must definitely watch the trade fair's order and our people's safety—you all need to be careful too."

Teng Qian and the others nodded solemnly.

They were only silver-rank beastmen, while the medicine shaman's entourage were all gold-rank beastmen—their strength was not on the same level.

Meanwhile, after returning to his own dwelling, the medicine shaman summoned his two trusted beastmen to his room.

Early the next morning, the Snow Moon Tribe bustled awake; the small houses on the long grass had already prepared the trade goods beforehand, and at sunrise everyone bustled about arranging them.

When the Snow Moon Tribe's gates opened, the waiting tribespeople from the smaller tribes outside, organized by the tribe's males, entered in orderly lines.

"Beast God, is this giant beast actually encircling the entire Snow Moon Tribe?"

"Are those the Snow Moon Tribe's slaves? They actually live in stone houses too?"

"The females and males of the Snow Moon Tribe are too beautiful— their faces and exposed skin are pure white, even their hair flows like water."

The speaking female followed behind her own male, enviously stroking her nest-like long hair, her heart filled with bitterness.

Under the guidance of the Snow Moon Tribe's weapon-wielding males, the crowd entered the trade grounds; seeing the neatly laid-out items, they felt their eyes weren't enough—many of the things they had never seen before.

The medicine shaman also arrived at the trade grounds under the protection of the beastman warriors; seeing the orderly venue, his face darkened further.

"Let's see what goodies a remote little tribe can produce."

The medicine shaman, with his beastman warriors beside him, weaved through the market, while at this moment Wu Yue and Yuan Lang were greeting the healing shaman's party at the tribe's gate.

"Hahaha, Wu Yue, you really are—why didn't you send a beastman warrior to tell me you were holding a trade fair? Are you afraid I'll take all your good stuff?"

Wu Yue smiled as she went to meet him: "Our tribe's beastman warriors aren't very strong; I couldn't bear to let him risk crossing the river. Otherwise, shaman, you could just send someone over now and then—I hold this trade fair every month."

I don't know if it's because of the oath, but when I previously pretended to be the great shaman of Huaxia, Wu Yue felt no particular liking for this healing shaman—yet now a sense of closeness has arisen out of nowhere.

The healing shaman was clearly like that too; he smiled, eyes crinkling, and waved at the beastman warriors behind him. Wu Yue looked up and saw a series of somewhat bitter-looking handsome faces.

Er...

What's going on? Why are they all staring at me with such bitter resentment?

The healing shaman walked over and gave each of them a big slap: "All of you, smile for me."

The beastmen's faces fell, but they dared not defy the shaman's will, hastily forcing out stiff smiles.

Seeing their twisted, bitter expressions, Wu Yue couldn't help but laugh: "What's going on?"

The healing shaman stood beside the beastmen, hands on hips, pointing at the large baskets on their backs and said proudly: "These are the delicious fruits and foods I brought for you, Wu Yue; many are unique to our Yun Wu Shan Mai—keep them to eat."

Having said that, he lifted his chin and looked at Teng Qian: "You little beastman, take them to put the things down, then go straight to the trading fair to find us."

Teng Qian glanced at Yuan Lang, saw him nod, then gave a hehe laugh and led the Kuma tribe's beastman warriors away.

"Shaman, let's go to the trading fair together; I believe the medicine shamans have already arrived."

When the medicine shaman's name was mentioned, Wu Yue's voice clearly carried a hint of dislike.