Yuan Qi felt like every organ in his body was trembling. He walked over stiffly and awkwardly.
He first glanced at the young female beside him, then took a deep breath and carefully, bit by bit, lifted the large leaf from the stone pot.
Sure enough, a faint yellow halo swirled within the brown medicine liquid. It was the glow of Yellow Rank Witch Power.
His large hand trembled, and the leaf fell from his grasp, landing right back on the stone pot.
The Beastman's pupils constricted instantly. His throat was dry and hoarse. His lips parted and closed several times before he could turn to the young female beside him in disbelief. "Wu Yue, you... you are... a witch..."
The last word was so soft it was like a groan from deep in his throat, yet it carried clearly to the ears of every Beastman in the cave.
A witch!
The young female they all thought only knew a few simple herbs was actually a witch!
