"You people!" He had said many times that he was a male from the Yanxiang Tribe.
But they had trapped him here with all sorts of twisted logic, making it impossible for him to leave.
Tai Seng was infuriated.
Yin Xiu said, "Young Master, you bear no Mistress's totem mark. If you want to prove you have a Mistress, you must at least show us the totem mark!"
Tai Seng's face darkened.
Si Yan's totem mark was unlike any he had ever seen before.
Instinctively protective of her, he couldn't show Si Yan's totem to others.
"You cannot show it?" Yin Xiu lowered her eyes. "Young Master, please stay in the Silver Wolf Tribe. Stay in your homeland."
Tai Seng's gaze grew heavier as he looked up beyond the barrier.
The weather was growing hotter. If his judgment was correct, the Yanxiang Tribe might have already begun their migration.
He wondered how she was doing now.
Suppressing his profound worry, he squinted at the group of Silver Wolf Beastmen before him.
