Understanding Shui's state of mind, Wu Yue gave a few instructions before signaling for Qingcao to take her inside.
The next moment, as she stood by the door, she heard a female's suppressed sobs from within and felt her heart ache.
She sighed and walked toward the pavilion.
The Snow Tiger Witch was talking with Yuan Lang and the others. When he saw Wu Yue approach, he pointed to an empty stool, motioning for her to sit.
"How is the little cub?"
Wu Yue pursed her lips. "His internal injuries are severe, but I've just managed to stabilize them with my witch power. Both of his arms and one of his legs were forcefully snapped."
The Snow Tiger Witch's already deep eyes grew darker. "I know what you're all thinking. But when it comes to the tribes of the Red Flame Plain, we can demand compensation, but we cannot punish them."
