"Tsk, tsk, who are you trying to scare? If my guess is right, you must be from the Desolate Realm, aren't you?" Zhao Xiaoxiao smacked her lips, staring at Moyang with no trace of fear on her face.
Moyang didn’t speak, though he felt exceptionally speechless inside. Did he really look like someone from a primitive tribe?
Although the people of the Desolate Realm were born unique, possessed of formidable physiques and terrifying strength, what was it that made these people associate him with them, given his handsome face?
Chapter 317