According to legend, the Witch Doctor could prophesy the commands of the Beast God and was an expert in the healing arts. For this reason, they were highly respected and admired by the Beastmen.
The tribe's Witch Doctor was an elderly female with sparse white hair, her body as withered as a dead tree. Leaning on a wooden staff inlaid with a green gemstone, she looked at the young female who had recently become famous, her gaze gentle yet complex.
The Witch Doctor's heart was filled with guilt.
She had once declared that An Jin could not bear cubs. Although it was true, the tribe had looked down on the young female because of it...
"Witch Doctor, what brings you here? The sun is harsh outside. Please, come in and sit."
The young female quickly put down the basket in her hands and respectfully invited the old Witch Doctor into the hut. Showing no signs of holding a grudge, she hurried to bring her a stone bowl of clean water. "Is something the matter?"
