"I hope nothing's happened to Teng Qian and the others. What's taking them so long to get back?"
Yuan Lang's intense gaze was making Wu Yue a little uncomfortable, so she spoke up to break his focus.
Yuan Lang snapped out of his thoughts and chuckled. "They just went to meet up with our tribesmen. Besides, they're hunting Shun Yuan today. They're very familiar with them, so there shouldn't be any..."
"AAAAH-EE-AAAAH-EE-AAAAH~"
Just as they were speaking, a roar that sounded just like Tarzan's yell echoed from the edge of the canyon.
Wu Yue tensed. "Is that a Shun Yuan?"
But Yuan Lang's expression darkened, and he bit out through clenched teeth, "That's Teng Qian, that idiot."
With that, he took off running in the direction of the sound.
Wu Yue was speechless. 'An idiot, huh? You guys have all gotten so good at using that word?'
'Have I been a bad influence on the beastmen?'
The Beastman Warriors of the Flying Eagle Tribe came out of their cave. "What's happening?"
