A look of pride and satisfaction filled Uncle Ge Xing's aged face: "Yes, we go. Our orc tribesmen are just ahead, let me show you."
Having said that, he tugged at Sakar, who was still eyeing Ji Nuan, and headed towards the nearby riverbank where the tribesmen were gathered.
Ji Nuan shook her head helplessly. Uncle Ge Xing completely disregarded her, an injured person, once he met an old friend. Not cool!
"Ji Nuan, let me help you over there!" The fluffy little ball of fur, Fu Yi, who was just next to her, has transformed into a towering orc, extending his hand to her somewhat shyly.
Ji Nuan nodded gently and extended her hand toward the orc. Just as their hands were set to touch, they were intercepted by a slender, fair hand that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Ji Nuan was swept off her feet and in an instant, she was in a chilly embrace. Looking up, she saw the Silver Wolf Orc, whose expression was quite sour, releasing cold air towards Fu Yi.