Ji Nuan first glanced at Elyle, then turned her gaze to the Sea Crocodile Clan's priest, "Is the chief of your tribe chosen by throwing stones?"
The irony in her words couldn't have been more obvious.
The face of the Sea Crocodile Tribe's priest instantly turned from green to white.
He took a deep breath and forced a very stiff smile, "He was just anxious for the tribe members who are poisoned, and did not mean any disrespect."
Having said that, he turned his head and gave Elyle a cold look which immediately cooled down the previously heated orc.
He opened his mouth but couldn't find the words to apologize, so he just sat there silently with a sullen face.
The Whale Priest looked deeply at Elyle, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, "Shaman Ji Nuan, please don't mind it, Chief Elyle is just somewhat impulsive."
Ji Nuan smiled, "Of course not, after all, I'm not very acquainted with Chief Elyle."
Too lazy to argue with him.
