Duomaiti watched the youngster stare at him with blood-red eyes, his gaze terrifying, yet it did not make Duomaiti retreat in the slightest.
He had seen that kind of look countless times over nearly forty years.
But he had never been afraid. People were not scared into growing up; they grew up on their own.
Especially someone like him, who made a living in the desert. Naturally, he would not be intimidated by a youngster's glare.
"Heh heh! As a member of the Expedition Team, I assume you know the habits of desert Earth Wolves, don't you?" Rather than immediately telling the youngster why he believed the Earth Wolf had been drawn there by him, he asked a question first.
"Hmph! Do you really need to tell me that?" As a university student, he naturally had his own pride. Moreover, he did not think he knew less than this local native. He said coldly, "Of course I know the habits of desert Earth Wolves."
"It's good that you know." Duomaiti nodded, then continued, "When I said the Earth Wolf was drawn here by you, I wasn't talking nonsense. Besides, I have no relationship with you or your Captain. I'm only a guide. Even now, I don't know your name. So I have no reason to spout nonsense."
The youngster gave a cold chuckle but did not answer. He merely stared at Duomaiti, wanting to see what he would say next.
"People who make a living in the desert have all heard an ancient legend. The legend of Xiye Ancient City." Duomaiti slowly sat on a nearby hospital bed and crossed his legs as if he were sitting on a carpet in his own home. He wanted to pull out some Mohe tobacco for a smoke, but came up empty-handed. Only