Because the Beastman Warriors from the Super Tribe were still behind her, Wu Yue's voice was as cold and detached as ever. However, the momentary dampness that filled her eyes was still noticed by the few beastmen before her.
Teng Qian opened his mouth, about to say something, but Yuan Lang stopped him with a wave of his arm.
He took a deep look at the little female he longed for day and night, who was riding on the back of the Fierce Beast, then lowered his gaze.
His low, hoarse voice carried a hint of reverence. "Witch, we did find some of the Single-horned Flood Dragon Beast tendons you needed in the territory of the Intermediate Fierce Beasts, but while tracking the Single-horned Flood Dragon Beasts, we discovered the trail of their leader.
The higher-Rank Single-horned Flood Dragons live in the area between the Intermediate and Advanced Fierce Beast territories, so we ventured inside.
We wasted time and even troubled you to come find us. Please punish us."
