"I'm not called Althoria, my name is Aya."
Althoria warily watched the white-bearded old man who suddenly appeared.
She had lived with her hunter grandfather since she was young, rarely going down the mountain. After her grandfather passed away, she lived alone, her nature filled with wildness, and she was very wary of strangers.
However, this white-bearded old man gave her an inexplicable sense of closeness, especially the comforting scent emanating from him.
This was why Althoria was willing to talk to him; she would have run if it were someone else.
"I'm here specifically to take care of you."
Fang Zhou smiled slightly, looking at Althoria with a fatherly gaze.
Since she was a baby, Fang Zhou had been nourishing her body with True Qi, providing ample nutrition and energy, no different from raising a daughter.
Althoria, with the hunter's keen intuition, could sense Fang Zhou's goodwill and love.
