Chapter 565 - 564, Donkey? _1
Although they were Shaman disciples who might inherit the Shaman’s position in the future, none of them would ever speak about this before they officially became a Shaman. The elderly Shaman of the Serra Tribe had always been protective of his position, believing he was the most esteemed Shaman in the Lamu Forest.
Looking towards the direction of Shaman Ji Nuan’s tent, Layla sighed, suddenly feeling uneasy. He couldn’t tell if bringing this remarkable yet young Shaman was a good or bad decision.
Turning to the Tribe’s food storage, Layla acknowledged the Hunting Team Leader, hoisted up a Green Bull Beast, and headed towards the nearby riverside. He lit a fire and started roasting chunks of the beast.
As for Ji Nuan on the other side...
Ji Nuan was alert, studying the elderly orc. She didn’t comprehend why, but from the moment this Shaman of the Serra Tribe entered her tent, she had a disconcerting, perilous feeling in her heart.
With a smile spreading across his face, Mo Zha introduced, "Shaman Ji Nuan, this is our Shaman of the Serra Tribe."
Ji Nuan managed a tepid smile, "Hello."
The Shaman looked at the young female across him, his eyes full of compassion. "It’s impressive to see how young and skilled you are, Shaman Ji Nuan," he said.
Seeing the deceptive smile on the Shaman’s face, Ji Nuan felt too drained to engage any further. She let out a weary smile, "I apologize if I seem distant, but I’ve been traveling for days and I’m very tired. Can we discuss it tomorrow instead?"
The Shaman’s smile faltered for a moment, a glint of menace flickered in his eyes, but he quickly recovered and replied with a kindly laugh, "Indeed, I should have considered that."
He clapped Mo Zha on the shoulder and stood up, "We’ll be on our way. Please rest, Shaman Ji Nuan, we appreciate that you’ve come here to treat our people."
Ji Nuan didn’t feel like explaining once more that she had been brought here against her will, knowing that they would simply turn a deaf ear.
Without making any move to see them off, her indifference finally caused the elderly Shaman’s facade to fall as soon as he turned his back. After exiting the tent, his gaze fell ominously on Mo Zha, "Once the tribe members’ wounds have healed, I want this young Shaman."
Mo Zha flinched, realizing the old Shaman’s intention and furrowed his brows, "But Shaman, this Shaman has good relations with the Divine Wood Tree and their tribe has many evolved orcs. If she..."
His words were cut short by an exceptionally intimidating glare from the old Shaman.
Watching the slowly retreating figure of the Shaman, Mo Zha’s eyes revealed a touch of resentment. He was the Clan Leader of the Serra Tribe, but this old man controlled tribal affairs. How could he at this advanced age...
He glanced back at Ji Nuan’s tent, sighing. It seemed that he had to visit Nana once again. He had just agreed that after treating the tribe members’ injuries, Ji Nuan, the Shaman, would be handed over to her. But now with the intervention of the old Shaman, Nana would be disappointed.
Ji Nuan lay on the Beast Skin cushion, listening to Xiu Yan repeating the conversation between the two orcs outside, her face growing colder by the second, "They truly plan to cast me aside after exploiting me."