Chapter 602: We started learning at age three

Wu Yue's eyes shifted, her small face full of doubt: "Recognizing characters—could it be something strange?"

She pursed her lips: "In the Huaxia tribe, after a child survives three winters, they must follow the tribe's people to start learning characters."

Again four heavy thuds sounded; Wu Yue didn't need to look to know those four shamans had fallen sitting on the ground again.

The healing shaman's lips trembled: "Have these characters received the Beast God's approval?"

Wu Yue's heart lurched; she didn't dare to respond to that, after all, the Beast God in this world really has some tricks.

"I don't know this either; I just memorized what the Great Shaman taught me."

"Don't ask me; there's no answer."

Seeing her small face full of clueless innocence, the healing shaman, in a daze, pressed the poison shaman's head beside him and stood up: "It should be that your strength isn't enough to know these."

Even they themselves only learned of the existence of characters after breaking through to become shamans, and knew how to proceed further.

Wu Yue blushed and nodded: "Yeah, I'm just too weak."

The poison shaman and the other two shamans: "..."

Hehe...

Feeling the subtle envious, jealous, hateful glances from the surrounding shamans, Wu Yue, who had silently put on another act, straightened her already straight back.

The healing shaman carefully wrapped the Beastfolk bao guo that Wu Yue had written two characters on, and placed it in his sleeping grass nest amid the shamans' covetous gazes.

"This little beast hide is to be returned to that old Medicine Shaman; now we have the beast hide drawn by Wuyue, so we don't have to worry about lacking characters to read."

Heaven knows, it's terribly difficult for them to learn and remember how to draw a character; the time the Medicine Shaman said is nowhere near enough.

This earth-shaking conversation inside the healing shaman's tent was unknown to anyone else.

But on the other side, in the tent area of the Huoteng tribe, an extremely luxurious tent transmitted a burst of angry shouts.

"That Medicine Shaman is a fool; he can't accomplish a few good things, he can't even keep up with a hot piece when eating feces, you fool!"

What were the chief and the Great Shaman thinking, actually letting that fool offend someone?

Are we Huoteng tribe supposed to go to heaven?

The middle-aged pure human raged, cursing inside the tent, his chest heaving, showing his anger was not slight.

Inside the tent stood a muscular Beastman Warrior, head lowered, trying desperately to avoid his own shaman's wrath.

If Wu Yue were here, she would surely recognize him; this middle-aged pure human is the person who previously organized the tribal competition.

Looking at the beastman below trembling, the middle-aged pure human irritably waved his hand: "Go down first."

Thinking of the few youngsters who just came out of the forest today, and then thinking of the news the beastman just heard, the middle-aged pure human couldn't help but frown and sigh.

Great Shaman, chief, what on earth are you thinking...

At this moment, in the Huoteng tribe's Great Shaman's tent, the wrinkled-faced Great Shaman sat angrily on an exquisite soft beast hide mat.

Meanwhile, the beastman warrior who had reported today's tribal competition affairs bowed and retreated from the tent.

The Huoteng tribe's Great Shaman and chief exchanged a glance, both nodding satisfied.

Really unexpected, our tribe's organized tribal competition actually produced such an excellent young tribe.

Yeah, in previous tribal competitions, even our several super tribes couldn't obtain this much game and medicinal herbs.