"Mu Fan, Nuonuo's... family."
With a gentle voice, Mu Fan looked up at the handsome young man across from him, who was half a head taller than he was, his expression calm.
As a Hell Shura, yet he didn't have a hint of bloodthirstiness.
Having experienced so much, Mu Fan displayed a maturity far beyond his years. He shifted his gaze from Alva's face to scan the White-armored Warriors standing around, gently placed his hand on his chest, and bowed.
"Thank you, everyone."
This bow was a sincere gratitude to these people for their protection and care of Wang Nuonuo.
Alva's breath involuntarily grew a bit heavier, but his pride prevented him from showing hostility to a potential rival.
Especially since the other party had helped them solve the enemy from the Red Stone Clan!
"Miss Nuonuo is with our White Armor Clan Leader, Isaiah. If you don't mind, you can rest in our village for a while until we finish dealing with the battlefield. Brave warrior from afar, Mu Fan!"
