"Xianxian, what are you thinking about?" Mudar tightened the arm around Zhu Xianxian's waist.
Zhu Xianxian snapped back to reality, "Tell me more about that boy from Sanna."
"A boy from another tribe, let him be however he wants!" Mudar said nonchalantly, "Whether he's good or not, it doesn't concern us."
"But just now you praised him quite a bit," Zhu Xianxian said.
"Just discussing the matter at hand. Character and such can't be understood with just one or two encounters. Anyway, he's a ruthless one. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to establish himself." Mudar said.
Having skills is not enough; you also need to be ruthless.
Otherwise, won't you be torn to pieces?
A bit of ruthlessness is good; outside the border, there's no future without it.
"How does he look?" Zhu Xianxian asked again.
"Ugly!" Mudar said without hesitation.
Truly ugly—thin and weak—doesn't look like a prairie man at all.
