Miss Nan One was still enjoying herself... Of course. Not a single employee could resist slacking off when the boss wasn't around!
A beach chair, a parasol, and iced drinks were standard equipment. The scenery of mountains and rivers beside the bank was just right, too.
Unfortunately, the sunlight couldn't reach her, so nobody had applied the sunscreen prepared in advance. Her skin had long since been parched with longing—Hong Hai really had gone missing.
"Strange. Why hasn't the person collecting shells come yet? Did they really go slacking off?"
The people of the Hou Yi Tribe actually enjoyed slacking off quite a lot. After all, it was their primary source of meat... But speak of the Witch Clan, and the Witch Clan would appear. Miss Nan One was wondering whether she should give them a reprimand. After all, she was more or less a leader, and opportunities like this were rare.
"Seize her!"
Something seemed to be wrong?
Miss Nan One instinctively sat up and removed her sunglasses. The people approaching from the front weren't Witch Clan civilians collecting shells while slacking off, but Hou Yi Tribe warriors carrying weapons.
She recognized the leader, too... He was a human, one of the dozen or so survivors left behind by Xuanyuan.
Anyone who could survive in the Red Mist was an expert. The human general leading them gave Miss Nan One a dangerous feeling, but... what was going on?
Before Miss Nan could react, the human general and more than a dozen Witch Clan warriors had already charged over like fierce tigers.
The spear in the human general's hand instantly released a terrifying radiance, directly engulfing Miss Nan One...
Inside the cave dwelling, Instructor Song was sprawled on the ground. The charcoal pencil in her hand had been