How familiar that chilling aura was. Gazing at his handsome face, the madness in the female's heart surged once again.
She lowered her head to avoid Yuan Lang's gaze. She was gripping her own hands so tightly they were bleeding, but the thrill and ecstasy flooding her heart prevented her from feeling any pain.
'Heh... hehehe...'
'Beastman Warriors of the Snow Tiger Tribe...'
'I like them very much...'
The evening banquet ended in this seemingly lively atmosphere.
After the Beastmen of the Yan Yan Tribe returned to their lodgings, the witch summoned a Beastman Warrior into her room. The other warriors watched him go, green with envy and wishing they could take his place.
But they knew the Lady Witch's temper. She appeared gentle, but she absolutely hated it when someone went against her will.
