Ji Nuan's sudden comment startled the middle-aged orc, who quickly bowed and explained, "Absolutely not, our tribespeople are very excited to have both Shamans resting in our tribe.
Look, they are all there waiting to greet you."
Ji Nuan stretched out her slender and fair index finger, pinpointing a robust female standing at the forefront: "I sense great hostility coming from that female."
The heart of the middle-aged orc skipped a beat. Shamans do not lie; if they say something is true, then it must be true.
He followed the direction of Ji Nuan's finger, his expression changing drastically the next second.
The female at the very front, wasn't that his own mate?
Looking at Ji Nuan, the middle-aged orc finally realized why his mate held animosity towards the shaman.
His mate was strong and capable, leading their people to find many edible plants in the desert—a very powerful female.
