Her small figure shot up with a bounce. "Should we go and save them?"
The sturdy Beastman gave her a complicated look. "You should probably just stay put. I just saw them, and they seemed way more relaxed than us. Don't forget, the tribes from the Polar Forest know this deep forest very well."
As he finished speaking, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the Little Witch.
Only to see that she was looking back at him.
He immediately cleared his throat twice. "Right, those two are in grave danger. We should go and protect them."
With that, he reached out, scooped the Little Witch into his arms, and leaped straight down from the large tree.
Meanwhile, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang, the very people the sturdy Beastman had declared to be in danger, were picking green fruits out of sheer boredom.
Looking at the few red scratches on her arm, Wu Yue winced. "These fruits are delicious, but why do the branches have so many thorns? Not only were there thorns, but the scratches hurt like crazy."
