For some reason, when she faced the Huaxia Witch outside, she felt the same jealousy and loathing she had once felt for Wu Yue of the Snow Tiger Tribe.
Their voices were even strikingly similar. If not for their different faces, she would have mistaken this woman for Wu Yue.
Clutching the still-warm meat, the Yan Yan Witch turned stiffly and began walking toward the cave entrance, her steps heavy.
The Yan Yan Tribe Beastman Warrior who had been leaning against the cave wall saw her heading out and quickly rose, intending to follow.
The Healing Witch's sharp gaze snapped toward him. "She is merely delivering food to the Huaxia Witch outside. The witch can go alone."
The Yan Yan Tribe Beastman froze, his expression stiff, and could only watch as his witch walked out of the cave.
He pressed his lips together, lowered his head, and retreated to his spot against the cave wall, saying nothing.
