The next morning, after seeing off the grim-faced witches from the Lion Tribe and the Black Wolf Tribe, the Snow Tiger Witch looked to the Flying Eagle Witch, who remained unhurriedly at his side. "Why haven't you left yet?"
The Flying Eagle Witch said, "I have something to talk to you about."
A dark glint flashed in the Snow Tiger Witch's eyes. "What couldn't you say in front of them?"
The expression on the Flying Eagle Witch's somewhat gaunt face was unreadable. "Let's talk inside the cave."
With that said, he headed straight into the cave.
Behind him, the Snow Tiger Witch and the Snow Tiger Tribe Leader exchanged a glance and followed.
Bringing up the rear, the Flying Eagle Tribe Leader watched the three figures ahead and let out a deep sigh. 'I wonder if the witch is making the right choice.'
The Snow Tiger Witch's cave was silent, the atmosphere inexplicably heavy.
