As the Shaman, Ji Nuan's seat was, of course, arranged in the best spot.
So when Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan appeared, they instantly drew the attention of the entire tribe.
Seeing the thick stack of Desert Wolf Beast Skins in their hands, the small square erupted in commotion.
Just how many Desert Wolves must they have killed? Some tribespeople had never seen so many Beast Skins in their entire lives.
Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan sat down at their designated spot, placing the Beast Skins on their crossed legs.
Ji Nuan lifted her gaze toward the crowd, a faint smile suddenly flashing in her eyes as she waved in a certain direction.
The tribespeople of the small tribe followed her line of sight, where two naked little female cubs were munching on their roasted meat, snuggled in their Amu's arms, and obediently staring at Shaman Ji Nuan ahead.
Their Amu's hand trembled, her heart pounding wildly in her chest—was Shaman Ji Nuan calling them?
