Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Elder Mu Qing laughed heartily on the stage: "If Shaman Ji Nuan didn’t agree, I wouldn’t have announced this decision."

"Watson Tribe! Shaman Ji Nuan!" An orc’s voice suddenly sounded, chilling in tone.

Ji Nuan looked up in the direction of the voice upon hearing it. From the spot occupied by the Gru Tribe, an orc who bore a striking resemblance to Bertel rose from his beast skin mat.

Behind him, other sturdy orcs also stood up.

Upon seeing those familiar brows and eyes, a bitter chill surged in Ji Nuan’s heart. Her once vibrant and handsome face slowly grew cold as ice, the curve at the corner of her mouth flattened out, coming together in a straight line, the temperature in her eyes becoming all the more chilling and intimidating.

Looking at the petite figure seething with rage slowly rising from the beast skin mat, the surrounding orcs were all stunned into dead silence, their breaths held. The trading arena fell silent.

"Who is he?" Ji Nuan’s tender lips moved slightly, her icy gaze pinned on the orc who bore a striking resemblance to Bertel.

Bosson from her team came forward to answer: "Shaman, that’s Bertel’s cub, Bowman."

"Bow...man..." Pronouncing the orc’s name slowly, Ji Nuan let out a soft laugh, her brow raised in question to the orc: "What are you doing here?"

"Was it the orc called Xiu Yan from your tribe who killed my father?" Hatred filled the orc’s eyes.

"Yes, what of it?" Ji Nuan turned and slowly sat back down on the beast skin mat. Without so much as a glance at Bowman, she responded indifferently.

The beast man immediately turned to Ya Li next to her: "You were also involved in killing my father, weren’t you, Snake beast?"

Ya Li hooked the corner of his mouth, a cold sneer leaking from his lips: "He had it coming."

Instantly, Bowman’s face twisted with rage: "You damn tribe, after killing my father you dare to take part in this trade meeting. I’ll make sure none of you return."

The Gru Orcs behind him moved to stand behind Bowman, a potent wave of killing intent rushed toward the Watson Tribe’s location.

Ya Li lazily stepped forward. His sharp and threatening aura immediately dissipated upon coming into contact with him, as though it had crashed into an insurmountable mountain.

"That’s all the strength you’ve got, Giggle Beast?" His alluring eyes were filled with mockery.

"You..." Bowman lunged forward, but was stopped by a figure in white.

Elder Mu Qing’s face was a picture of distaste: "It seems the Gru Tribe increasingly doesn’t respect us Divine Wood Tree people. You dare to cause a scene at our trade meeting?"

Recalling his father’s words, Bowman realized that Shaman Ji Nuan had concocted a potion that could cure the bug disease bothering the Divine Wood Tree Clan, thereby earning their high respect.

With his teeth clenched and his heart full of grief and anger for his late father, Bowman looked at Elder Mu Qing and said: "It was wrong for my Gru Tribe to start a fight here. We apologize."

Elder Mu Qing’s expression softened a bit. He was about to instruct Bowman to sit down and continue the trade meeting when Bowman turned his attention to Ji Nuan sitting atop the beast skin mat: "Shaman Ji Nuan."

Ji Nuan lifted her gaze on hearing her name. Her eyes were icy and cold, with not a word in response.

As he looked at Ji Nuan, Bowman felt a slight satisfaction.