Chapter 611: Old Face Aches

Although the speaking great shaman did not reveal his identity, he was the first to speak after the competition ended, thereby indirectly revealing his identity.

After all, the prize for winning the competition was distributed by the super tribe that organized the competition.

Looking at the opposite side's small female with a white, tender face, the always critical Great Shaman of the Hu Teng Tribe also felt quite satisfied, touching the Mogu on his own head and nodding.

"You guys did quite well in this tribal competition, actually defeating many major tribes of the Yun Wu Shan Mai, very good."

Facing the praise of this top‑ranking figure, Wu Yue and the others merely bowed again to show their thanks.

"You and your fellow tribespeople will later go directly to the shaman who organized the competition; he will hold the ceremony for you to join my Hu Teng Tribe, and after that you will become members of our super tribe, the Hu Teng Tribe."

As the great shaman's words fell, the many tribes still standing in the clearing shot fiery glances of envy, jealousy, and hatred at Wu Yue and the others standing ahead.

Even while maintaining a respectful posture, Wu Yue could also feel another malicious gaze directed at the top of her head.

She lowered her head, rolled her eyes, and the Medicine Shaman, that old coot, showed his hostility toward her without any concealment.

"The second‑ranked trib—"

Before the pleasant‑toned middle‑aged pure‑human's words had even finished falling, it was seen that the several members of the Snow Moon Tribe not only did not step aside to wait, but even the leading female shaman actually stepped forward.

Watching the pure‑white little female bow facing her own great shaman's direction, her clear, young voice made the shaman himself break out in a cold sweat.

"Respected Great Shaman, thank you for your tribe's favor, but we came to the tribal competition only to obtain the reward; we never intended to join the super tribe, please forgive our rudeness."

The Dong Sang Clan Chief and the Ma Ji Clan Chief, whose faces had just been flushed with honor, instantly froze, and even a second later cold sweat began to trickle down their spines.

"Re... refused?"

Wu Yue actually refused the great shaman's invitation?

With lips slightly parted and trembling, the saliva that the person dared not swallow from fear slid smoothly down the corners of the mouth, failing to bring back the thoughts of the two.

"You say you only want the reward and are unwilling to join our Hu Teng Tribe?"

The Hu Teng Tribe's great shaman looked down with a grim expression at the few little fellows below, his hand that had been toying with the Mogu on his head paused, and everyone saw that the Mogu, which the great shaman had doted on, was simply pulled off.

Each one, eyes on nose, nose on heart, dared not look at their own great shaman's pitch‑black face.

Not far away, the Kuma Great Shaman who had been lovingly stroking his blue shaman robe finally showed a hint of a smile on his previously expressionless face.

【Considering the current situation,

A deep voice sounded with laughter in the clearing: "Joining the super tribe is originally voluntary; this shows that these little fellows have feelings for their original tribe, so Hu Teng Great Shaman, you shouldn't force them."

"You damn bastard who talks big while standing!"

The Hu Teng Great Shaman's originally pitch‑black face instantly grew even darker; it's not your Kuma Tribe that's been rejected by a remote little tribe, is it?

"You'd better think it through: once you become members of the super tribe, you'll never have to return to your remote little tribe's life of not having enough to eat, and you can even bring your families along."

Wu Yue nodded firmly: "We just need the reward."