A cold sneer graced Yumizakura's stunningly beautiful face.
As a member of the Nine-tailed Demon Fox clan, her innate nobility and pride made her scoff at the words of the young monk, Ming Chan. "You think you can make us all retreat? That's absolutely impossible with just a few simple words from a little monk like you.
"After all, the words of you bald-headed asses are never reliable."
Ming Chan showed no sign of anger. His face was as calm as still water, and he understood every ounce of Yumizakura's hostility.
He nodded gently and said in a placid tone, "You're not wrong. It's impossible for me to earn your complete trust with just a few simple words. If I were in your shoes, I would probably feel the same. But I will now show you through my actions that I can be trusted."
With that, he turned, his gaze fixed on the distant jungle.
His profound eyes pierced through the layers of branches and leaves, perceiving the imminent crisis.
