Since Bai Zebo was imprisoned here, he had been secretly observing everything around him, not daring to miss a single detail, afraid that he might overlook a chance to escape.
The one who brought the food was a frail member of the Barbarian Clan, unlike the robust and strong ones he had seen these days, and even somewhat hunchbacked, with a sallow complexion.
His hair was very dirty, as if it hadn't been washed for a long time, and his clothes were tattered and stained with a lot of food soup, making it impossible to discern their original color. Additionally, he always kept his head down, and with his hunchback and sallow face, Bai Zebo had always thought he was either disabled or both deaf and mute.
But now, this person was staring directly at him with a pair of amber eyes that glimmered with a mysterious light.
He instinctively nodded, not daring to speak recklessly.
