"Mu Fan, Nuonuo's... family."
At the soft words, Mu Fan raised his head and looked at the handsome young man opposite him, who stood half a head taller than he did. His expression remained calm.
Though he was a hellish asura, not a trace of bloodlust clung to him.
Having endured so much, Mu Fan displayed a maturity far beyond his years. His gaze moved from Alva's face to the ranks of White Armor Warriors around them, and he placed a hand over his chest before bowing deeply.
"Thank you, everyone."
That bow was his sincere gratitude to those who had protected and cared for Wang Nuonuo.
Alva's breathing grew a little heavier, but his inner pride made it impossible for him to show hostility toward a potential romantic rival.
Besides, the other man had helped them eliminate the enemies of the Red Stone Tribe!
"Miss Nuonuo is with Isaiah, the Clan Leader of our White Armor Tribe. If you do not mind, you may rest in our village first while we deal with the battlefield. Warrior from afar, Mu Fan!"
Alva's voice was sonorous, his eyes open and forthright.
He was the proud war god of the White Armor Tribe. He was a powerful man destined to become the Child of the Stars.
"Alright."
Mu Fan looked at the sharply defined lines of the other man's face and nodded heavily.
The crowd unconsciously parted, opening a passage. Under the respectful and friendly gazes of the White Armor Tribe, Mu Fan walked straight toward the village.
With every step he took, his heart pounded heavily once.
Even if I have to traverse the Ends of the Star River, I will find you.
To see you again is already the greatest fortune of my life.
Only that slender figure was reflected