The old shaman immediately turned his head to Luo Gan: "Both healers from your tribe are here?"
This made the old shaman somewhat incredulous. Typically, the old shamans stayed within the tribe while the young ones traveled to gain experience and knowledge. This was the first time he saw both out together.
Luo Gan shook his head: "We have only one healer; the other is the healer from the Southern Beast Continent journeying with our tribal shaman."
Upon hearing this, the old shaman's somewhat loose skin twitched fiercely.
His sharp eyes, like talons, glared at Alenta and Pierre behind him.
"Look at what you've spoiled here, good for nothing except causing trouble, always first to make a mess."
The young orc beside him showed an undisguised look of schadenfreude, reaching out to help the old shaman up.
The old shaman stood up from the beast skin mat, his old face full of anger: "Get moving."
