The atmosphere around suddenly became tense, like a drawn sword.
Yet, Dan Zhu still stood there in a trance.
And the elders and guards of the Danque Tribe didn't dare to act rashly, but could only watch helplessly as that figure walked toward them step by step.
The atmosphere was as tense and burning as the dying light of sunset.
In such an atmosphere, the figure in the setting sun gradually came before everyone, revealing a face as fair as painting, young to an astonishing degree.
This was a young man.
A young man who, except for eyebrows like a gentle breeze and a face like the bright moon, was otherwise quite ordinary.
Of course, his stature wasn't tall either, and he looked clean and harmless, which made it hard for anyone to feel alert.
The elders and guards of the Danque Tribe couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a slight anger mixed with shame in their hearts.
