The Healing Witch looked grimly at his tribesmen sitting in the cave. "You all saw it too..."
He swallowed, a trace of fear in his voice. "That Huaxia Witch is simply not someone the four of us can oppose. That's a Great Witch."
The Beastmen sat silently against the wall. Of course, they knew. Those chosen for the messenger party were naturally the most exceptional members of their tribe.
They had seen the abilities the tribe's Great Witch displayed during rituals—that kind of witchcraft, conjuring things from thin air, was something only a Great Witch could cultivate.
And in their tribe, only one person was capable of it.
"That damned Yan Yan's Tribe Witch! It's all her fault! We nearly offended someone we can't afford to provoke."
The beastman captain thought of the Yan Yan Witch he'd been rolling in the hay with just before. Any trace of affection was gone, his heart filled with nothing but disgust and animosity.
