"Tsk tsk, who do you think you're trying to scare? If this young lady guesses correctly, you must be a Desolate Domain clansman!" Zhao Xiaoxiao smacked her lips, staring at Mo Yang without a trace of fear on her face.
Mo Yang said nothing, though he was speechless inside. Did he really look that much like a member of a primitive tribe?
Even though Desolate Domain clansmen were born different, possessing formidable physiques and terrifying strength, what was it that made these people associate him with them, given such a handsome face of his?
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