Life as an orc is full of ups and downs, and that's just about it.
When the Clan Leader eagerly arrived at Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan's tent, the curtains had already been lowered, and even the sound of even breathing could be heard inside.
The Clan Leader's face froze, and he quietly turned to leave, but his heart felt like it was being clawed by a cat.
Back at the grass shed area, the tribe members were still not asleep, each staring at him with wide eyes.
The Clan Leader awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth: "The Shaman has already gone to rest, let's rest too and talk about it tomorrow."
The tribe members, hearing this, looked at the Clan Leader with eyes full of grievance.
The Clan Leader could only make a hasty retreat under the tribe's gloomy gazes, diving into his own grass shed.
A moment later, his own female lifted the grass curtain and squeezed in: "Why are you running? Afraid the tribe will eat you up?"
