The grotesque face of Chief Guna twitched.
Fang Zhou felt as if this Mud Spring Banshee was smiling, but he wasn't sure. Her face was so covered in fleshy tumors and knotted veins that the expression looked more horrifying than a sob.
"Little human, the swamp told me not long ago that you fought with the Mud Spring Banshees of the Demon Vine Tribe, did you not?"
Hearing the old Mud Spring Banshee suddenly mention the battle, Fang Zhou's heart sank.
"We did," Fang Zhou's voice grew cold as a gray-black mana began to glimmer on his hands. "Chief Guna, do you want revenge for your kin?"
