C249 Xiaoran

The path ahead seemed even more challenging than when Nangong Fan was free to roam alone. The weight of his burden was so immense that it nearly suffocated him.

Wang Zai waved his feather fan with ease, surveying the totem pillar and the priest's tent with a relaxed gaze. A divine light twinkled in his eyes. The Barbarians' heritage was in some respects as formidable as that of the human race