The breathing of the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors behind him grew ragged as well. Clearly, they had all seen the familiar female figure.
Yuan Lang turned around. "Let's get our tribesmen down first. Everyone, take a short rest."
As he spoke, he walked over to help lower the injured from their backs. His lips barely moved, but a whisper, as faint as a buzzing fly, reached everyone's ears.
The pupils of the Beastman Warriors contracted slightly, and they gave subtle nods.
Then, as if nothing had happened, they sat on the ground to rest.
A moment later, the beastman captain relayed what had happened on their journey and his conversation with Yuan Lang to the several Lord Witches.
The Healing Witch paced toward the Snow Tiger Tribe's Beastmen.
Yuan Lang signaled for all the uninjured tribesmen to stand up.
