“Ssss—” Curtis’s red tongue flashed by his lips and shrank back into his mouth. His countenance turned a little darker. “Scorpion tribe.”

Irina bit her lips and nodded. The leopard cubs had grown a lot bigger, and her stomach couldn’t accommodate having three of them on it, so they bit at each other to fight for this piece of “treasured land.”

Damien casually slapped away the winning First. He said sheepishly, “That’s right. We encountered a scorpion beastman, but I’ve already killed him.”

Curtis’s countenance didn’t improve at all. He took a stone bowl, walked up to Irina’s side, and sat down, then helped her up.

Irina immediately understood what...