"Cousin? Is that you? It's me, Mo Yu."
Mo Yu swallowed as he looked at the imposing, top-of-the-line vehicle before him, then jogged over and asked cautiously.
Su Ye opened the door and stepped out. He studied Mo Yu closely, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.
Mo Yu was certainly good-looking, with well-defined features and a tall, slender frame. By the Fivefold Race's standards of beauty, he was undeniably a rare catch.
But what caught Su Ye's attention were his racial traits.
Mo Yu's hair was the gray-white that marked Feather Tribe nobility, but his eyes were pale cyan.
That meant he was not a pureblood noble, but a mixed-blood with half Feather Tribe noble ancestry.
"It's me."
Su Ye nodded, then raised a hand and removed the mask covering his face.
The instant the mask came off, Mo Yu saw Su Ye's gray-white hair and pure white eyes, and his heart lurched.
A pureblood!
The mark of the Feather Tribe's highest nobility!
Mo Yu lowered his head almost instinctively, fixing his gaze on the tips of his shoes. He did not dare meet Su Ye's eyes.
Although the entire Fivefold Race had now been dragged into this brutal Survival Road game, their circumstances had changed nothing.
The Fivefold Race's concept of nobility was an ironclad rule that had endured for thousands upon thousands of years throughout its long history.
That class hierarchy was etched into their bones. Less than a month of apocalyptic survival could hardly erase it.
So although seeing that Su Ye was also a member of the Feather Tribe had filled Mo Yu with wild joy, convincing him that he had found the right powerful backer, that joy came with fear.
Su Ye's imposing appearance as a pureblood noble inspired instinctive awe in him, leaving