Before she could speak, the Yan Yan Tribe's Witch chimed in softly, "I must be the one who upset this Witch Disciple. I only said I wanted to see the houses in your tribe, but it seems the young lady isn't very willing."
As she spoke, she furrowed her brow slightly, putting on an apologetic expression.
Yuan Lang's smile instantly vanished. He bent down, leaning close to Wu Yue, and looked into her eyes. "You're not happy?"
Wu Yue scoffed. "Do I look happy to you?"
Yuan Lang chuckled. He knew that after last night, Wu Yue had no love for the Yan Yan Tribe's witch, and he didn't want to spoil her mood.
He took her hand and started walking toward the trading ground. "The tribes have brought a lot of things. I'll go with you to have a look."
Watching them leave, an intense coldness flashed in the Yan Yan Tribe Witch's eyes again, and the corners of her lips curved like a venomous snake.
"I just don't get a good feeling from that Yan Yan Tribe Witch."
