Although her cold laugh wasn't loud, the other females nearby heard it clearly. The stares they had been directing at Wu Yue were no longer as audacious.
To dare and confront Aya head-on, it was clear this seemingly frail little female wasn't so good-tempered after all.
Aya was stomping about like a fire-breathing dragon, but Wu Yue paid her no mind, simply laughing and chatting with her friends.
"Aya, just ignore her. She's so weak, no male will want to partner with her. Weak females don't live very long."
Persuaded by the female beside her, and perhaps imagining the miserable life that awaited Wu Yue, Aya's anger subsided. She shot one last vicious glare at Wu Yue, who was surrounded by Mu Jing and her friends, and stopped stomping around.
The gathering spot wasn't too far, and the food they collected was rather monotonous—only a single type of bitter green.
Once they returned to the tribe, the group dispersed, each heading back to their own home.
