He remembered a time, back when he was still naive. Upon meeting this young female, he had assumed she was no different from the others—utterly weak.
But life had dealt him a harsh lesson. The savageness of this young female was truly a sight to behold.
First, she had poisoned them. Then, she used all sorts of delicious food to lure them into doing countless tasks for her.
Gazing down at his now-gaunt frame, the Angry Beast silently hugged himself.
Wu Yue turned to the Yan Yan's Tribe Witch with an exceptionally sweet smile, her attitude so pleasant it was almost unbelievable to any Beastman. "I'm so glad the witch enjoys my cooking. It's one Beast Skin Bag of salt per bowl. How many would you like?"
The moment her words fell, a series of sharp gasps echoed from the crowd. The members of the various tribes stared in shock at the Snow Tiger Tribe's Witch Disciple, who stood by the stove, ladle in hand.
