"I no longer need the leaf of the Divine Wood Tree, but I have a request for Shaman Ji Nuan instead,"
The clear, magnetic voice of the orc echoed across the open space, sounding like a whisper in one's ear, but reaching the ears of every beast present.
No sooner had Kun's voice died away than a gloomy look instantly cast over Chief Nakula and Namila in the area of the Nacha Tribe.
Namila hastily stood up, "Kun, whatever your request is, why don't you ask our shaman instead? Why ask a shaman from another tribe?"
An unsettling feeling flooded Namila's heart. She looked at the towering orc not too far away but he seemed distant, somewhere else, like in a mountain forest.
She stepped forward, walking towards Kun. "Kun, come back first. If there's anything you need, I can bring it up to the shaman for you."
But her voice did not earn her a glance from the orc. Kun remained fixated on Ji Nuan, his eyes fully focused and unwavering.