With that, she took off running.
Wu Yue, meanwhile, slowly nibbled on the egg in her hand and let out a couple of cold huffs!
'That bitch dared to give me a death glare. I'll make you see how vicious rumors can be!'
After finishing her food, Wu Yue slung her 'forgiveness-green' backpack over her shoulder, cradled Blue Fatty in her arms, and headed for the trading ground.
"Are you also a Witch Disciple?"
Just as she arrived at the trading ground, a gentle female voice sounded beside her. Wu Yue turned to look and saw it was the witch who had shot her a death glare at the feast yesterday.
"Who are you?" Wu Yue's voice was frigid. She had no interest in getting to know a female with such sinister intentions.
'Last night, she was full of malice toward me, yet today she's putting on this sweet and gentle act.'
'Is this a palace intrigue drama or something?'
The female's expression stiffened, but she quickly plastered on a gentle smile again. "I am the witch of the Yan Yan Tribe."
