The Witch and Clan Leader certainly worked fast. The next morning, just as Wu Yue finished eating, a bruised and swollen-faced Teng Kun arrived with a group of gaunt people.
To Wu Yue's surprise, she saw many familiar faces among them.
No, more accurately, they were faces familiar to the body's original owner.
They were members of her previous tribe, and now, they were all slaves of the Snow Tiger Tribe.
Those people clearly recognized Wu Yue as well. Seeing this spotless young woman, so different from them, their expressions were a mixture of complicated emotions.
'We all came out of the slums. Can you tell us the secret to your success?'
Even with a face swollen like a pig's head, Teng Kun made it clear that a Beastman Warrior was still a Beastman Warrior. The intimidating aura and powerful presence were still there.
"From now on, Wu Yue is in charge. Your job is to follow her orders. Got it?"
