The oasis had started to appear green, a vibrant and thriving sight.
"Shaman Ji Nuan, there's an orc outside the tribe asking to see you. He's the clan leader of a small tribe and says you know him."
Ji Nuan was brushing Maomao's fur when an orc ran over from the direction of the stone gate and spoke.
"A small tribe's clan leader? Let him come on through." She only knew one clan leader from a small tribe, so there was no need to guess.
The orc nodded in acknowledgment and ran back.
Perhaps because her brushing had come to a halt, Maomao let out a dissatisfied sound, rubbing its large head against Ji Nuan's hand holding the brush.
Ji Nuan twitched the corner of her mouth. "You're getting harder and harder to please, you know that? Should I find an orc just to groom you?"
"That would make it ridiculously happy," Xiu Yan chuckled lightly upon hearing Ji Nuan's words.
