Ya Li nodded, "My previous tribe and the Watson Tribe have always been rivals."
"So were you a second-level evolved Orc back when you were in your old tribe?"
Ya Li gave him a strange look, "If I had been a second-level evolved Orc back then, it wouldn't be my old tribe that would have failed."
Nakula was shocked. Was the Watson Tribe foolish? They had actually let an Orc from a rival tribe consume their precious Beast God Fruit.
"Father!" A somewhat hoarse feminine voice echoed in the distance, marked by a clear note of surprise.
Nakula looked up to see Namila standing at the entrance of his tent with a gentle Orc.
"What's the matter now?" Nakula walked over and patted Namila's head, speaking in a somewhat indulgent tone.
Namila squirmed, whispering, "Don't ruffle my hair, it'll get messed up."
Ya Li casually glanced at the female's hair, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. Considering her tangle of hair, how much messier could it get?