"Lion's Head, why are you ignoring me?"
The Beastman's voice rang out again. Wu Yue chuckled to herself. 'Who's got this much personality, daring to ignore a Beastman Warrior? It couldn't be that Yuanlang Warrior from last time, could it?'
After a long moment, she realized all the females of the Collection Team were looking at her with amusement. The corner of Wu Yue's mouth twitched as she turned her head.
Sure enough, the Beastman was staring at her, his face a mask of displeasure.
She pointed a skinny little finger at herself. "Were you just calling me?"
Teng Qian scowled. "Yeah, of course I was calling you. Look around. You're the only one who looks like a lion's head."
Wu Yue: "..."
'I swear, I can feel my eighty-meter-long broadsword starting to get restless. You're the one who looks like a lion's head! Your whole family looks like lion's heads!'
