"Wood Brother, that's the Star Hunter Main Tent. What are you going there for?!"
Lansi and the others' expressions changed drastically, but their loud shouts did not make Mu Fan turn back.
"Wood Brother..." Yinuoke, who had just helped Father through the village gates, suddenly turned around.
The scene of a lone man calmly walking forward against raised spears and drawn weapons came clearly into his view.
That figure's calm stride seemed to carry...
The aura of a king.
He was neither tall nor burly. He had no savage roar, no rousing cry.
Yet because of that, the imposing force hidden beneath that calmness was all the more...
Soul-stirring!
"Fall back!"
Roar!
"Fall back!"
Roar!
Every sharp command was followed by a wave of deep, resounding roars.
The Red Stone Tribe's crossbow guard simultaneously nocked bone arrows and aimed them at the white-haired figure.
The Udan Spearmen simultaneously leveled their spearpoints and assumed attacking stances.
Meanwhile, the Black Water Tribe Guard, serving as the mediators' escort, also held their Vine Staffs horizontally before them.
Anyone approaching the main tent during negotiations was an enemy!
One step, two steps...
Mu Fan seemed not to have heard their warnings.
The crossbow strings were drawn to their limit.
The Udan Spearmen stepped forward at the same time, pulling their arms back.
The next second, these warriors would strike without hesitation.
Yet in that same instant, Mu Fan came to a gentle stop and calmly looked toward the tent entrance laid with a Beast Skin Carpet.
The tent flap was slowly lifted...
The laughter from inside abruptly stopped.
The wrinkled eyelids of the old man in the red robe slowly rose, meeting Mu Fan's gaze directly.
Echworth frowned.
The corners of Mu Fan's lips curled up slightly.
But that smile carried an icy chill