Even with weapons pointed right at her, Zhu Daniang remained calm. All eight of her claws rested lightly on the ground. He Lingchuan straightened up, his saber still in its scabbard.

Dong Rui, meanwhile, shrank back behind the two of them and rubbed his arms.

Since their desire to fight did not seem strong, the other side’s reaction eased somewhat as well. One of them took two steps forward and asked, “Who are you, and why have you trespassed into Rongshan territory?”

The one who asked them the question was a young man barely twenty years old, with a square face, high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and prominent brows.

If one were to describe his face with a single word, then there would be no word more perfect than fierce.

The way he looked at people was like a ravenous wolf staring at prey, enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.

He Lingchuan had spent so long in the Gale Army, where every companion was a hero who...