Li Yan and Gong Chenying were both quite tall. Unless something unexpected had happened, their child should have been exceptionally tall as well. Even sitting there, the young man in beast-hide clothing gave off an intensely oppressive presence.
The young man wore a sleeveless, fitted outfit of blue-green fur on his upper body, blue-green trousers below, and cloud-treading boots on his feet. The fur did not seem thick; instead, it clung tightly to his body, making him appear even more valiant and rugged.
The young man was more than a full circle broader than Li Yan. His facial lines were sharply defined, his neck thick and nearly as wide as his head, and the space between his brows and eyes brimmed with martial vigor.
His sleeveless beast-hide garment was stretched taut by his bulging muscles, as though a casual exertion of strength would tear it apart. His black hair was braided into numerous small plaits, a typical traditional style of the Tianli Clan.
Though the young man gave off an exceedingly rough and bold impression, his features were actually quite heroic. His facial contours were distinct, with thick brows, bright eyes, and a high, straight nose.
The instant Li Yan's divine sense settled on him, he saw six or seven parts of Gong Chenying's likeness in the beast-hide youth's face. He certainly did not look like Li Yan.
He is Little Beast!
Li Yan thought.
His eldest son, Mu Sha, looked very much like Li Yan, allowing Mu Guyue to often see Li Yan's shadow in him. Little Beast and Li Zhaoyan, however, both resembled their mothers more.
"Let's go over."
As Li Yan spoke, he had already begun walking toward that area. Before long, Li Yan and the other two arrived behind the spectator stands there.
Once there, Li