He wouldn't have done this if he hadn't been forced to.
But now, he had to, because he wanted even less to watch this village march toward its doom.
Young friend?
A trace of indifference appeared in the Clan Leader's eyes. "Who are you?"
He sensed something was wrong. The identity of the young man before him seemed unusual, and the Grand Elder's attitude was a huge problem.
The Grand Elder was actually speaking in a consultative tone.
An ordinary villager would never speak in such a tone.
There was only one explanation: the man before him was no ordinary villager.
Shen Bai shook his head. "Rather than asking who I am, you should be asking who you are."
'Who *I* am?'
The Clan Leader's eyes narrowed slightly.
Behind him, a phantom image appeared, gradually coalescing into a colorful, ferocious tiger.
