However, most of the guards still looked at Brando with a mixture of worship and awe. After all, he had personally saved their lives.
They simply had no idea what kind of temper this lord had.
This was a world where strength reigned supreme on the Black Road. At this moment, even if Brando immediately attacked and killed them, they would have had no ability to resist whatsoever.
As for the reason—
Naxin glanced at the Black Crystal piled up in the camp, glittering beneath the bonfire. Several times, he had opened his mouth, wanting to give away those deadly things, but in the end, he had held back. That was half his life's savings. He had not felt much about it while the monsters were running rampant, but now that he had come to his senses, it was not so easy to harden his heart and hand them over to someone else.
Because of this, he had been trying to figure out Brando's temperament from the beginning. Unfortunately, apart from coldly asking them a few strange questions, the young man had simply remained there, thinking about his own affairs.
A gust of cold wind blew from behind. Naxin shivered, yet did not even dare to breathe too loudly.
The first to speak was Mr. Liu. He understood Brando's strength more deeply than anyone else present, but out of a swordsman's dignity and pride, his bearing was instead the most neither servile nor overbearing among them all. Of course, that excluded Huang Huo, who had been standing to the side and watching Brando in confusion without saying anything.
Mr. Liu silently sheathed his ancient bronze sword. His remaining eye seemed to see Brando's predicament, and he said, "Does sir wish to go to Jiufeng?"
Hearing him, Brando raised his head