Chapter 95
A long silence.
Isaiah stared deeply at Mu Fan. Only after seeing the sincerity in the young man's eyes did he press a hand firmly onto Mu Fan's shoulder.
"This grassland is so vast that I never managed to leave it in my entire life."
"It is precisely because I have stayed here for so long that I understand this grassland so well. If I agreed to your request today, I would be harming our honored guests."
"The Beast Tide is not as weak as you imagine, and the Red Stone Tribe is far stronger than you imagine..."
A kind smile appeared on his face, though the heavy loss of blood had left him somewhat pale.
"Uncle Isaiah, sit down quickly." Nuonuo became anxious, but he waved a hand to stop her.
"Your destination lies beyond the stars above. Listen to a word of advice from someone who has been through it: if you can leave, then take Miss Nuonuo and go."
"If you cannot leave, then migrate with the White Armor Tribe, or find a safe area before the battle arrives."
"You must avoid the Beast Tide's charge!!"
After speaking, Isaiah looked at Mu Fan with the same serious gaze, only to see Mu Fan gently shake his head.
"Retreating in the face of hardship is not the way of a warrior."
Those words finally stopped Isaiah's persuasion. He examined Mu Fan once more.
Without the scars on his face, Mu Fan's words would have carried the reckless spirit of a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.
But with those scars, Mu Fan's words instead possessed a natural air of maturity.
Once he set his mind on something, he would never change it before reaching his goal.
Those words carried a double meaning. As Clan Leader, Isaiah was