He did not want to cause trouble, but Xie Daiyu was also not afraid of causing trouble. He looked at the person in front of him and waited for him to speak.
"Ah, I am sorry." Realising that he might have scared the people from the big bear tribe, the man stepped back and lowered his head. Only then could they see his ghastly features. There was a bunch of scars on his face, which made him look quite terrifying; his hair was sleek and bright orange like that of a cat, and his amber eyes were sharper than a knife. Even though the man was smiling, Ruan Chanchan knew that if some sort of danger headed their way, this man could deal with it in a matter of a few seconds.
