Yinuoke swore that if this man who had saved his father also wanted to take Little Wang Teacher away like the Red Stone Tribe had—
Then even if he died today, he would never utter another word!
Caught in a fierce mental struggle, Yinuoke failed to notice Mu Fan's trembling body.
"She's still alive... isn't she?"
His shaking voice carried deeply suppressed emotion.
Yinuoke stared in surprise at Mu Fan's quivering lips.
Was this still the man who had slaughtered twenty Udan Spearmen in an instant?
"Of course Teacher Wang is alive!" Yinuoke came to his senses and snapped angrily.
That question was infuriating!
What did he mean, still alive?
The Goddess of their White Armor Tribe was obviously alive, and she had to be living well.
"I want to see her. Can you take me there?"
"You still haven't told me who you are!" The chubby boy spoke warily. He had nearly been led around in circles.
Yinuoke glared hatefully at Hawthorne, whose face was covered in blood. Raising his knife, he pointed it straight at him. "He tried to kill Father and me. He is an enemy of our White Armor Tribe! If you hand him over to me and let me kill him, then take off all your armor, I can take you into the village!"
Mu Fan's lips curled slightly as he listened to Yinuoke speak in one breath.
This was the first kind smile he had shown since passing through the Gate of Shen He.
But to Hawthorne, that smile was brutal and filled with the stench of death.
Hawthorne froze at those words. Seeing Mu Fan's smile, an overwhelming sense of dread rose in his heart. He frantically shook his head. "No, no, no..."
"You can't let me die. I'm a warrior of the