The Beastman from the Yan Yan Tribe, who had just been shoved aside, handed the witch to the tribesmen behind him before turning back to face Yuan Lang. "For our Lady Witch to take an interest in you is a blessing from the Beast God himself. Since you are unwilling to accept this blessing, I'm sure our Lady Witch won't force you."
The moment he finished speaking, the dazed witch behind him once again murmured the name that made everyone who heard it burn with the desire to kill its owner.
"Yuan Lang... come with me, you're mine..."
Her calls, one after another, were filled with a gloomy obstinacy.
Her voice lacked any of the sweetness and softness of a female in love. Instead, her usual gentle facade had vanished, replaced with an indescribable obsession.
Yuan Lang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The worry that had been weighing on his heart—his speculation about the relationship between this body's original owner and the witch—finally dissipated.
