Footsteps drew closer and closer. Soon, the deep green bushes at the edge of the steep slope were forcefully parted, and a tall, burly man stepped up the slope, coming into Fangyuan's view.
He had short black hair, every single strand stiff and straight. Bare-chested with the broad back of a tiger and the waist of a bear, his entire skin was a reddish hue.
Standing nearly two meters tall, he felt like a moving furnace despite the biting chill of late autumn, as if every breath he took could raise the surrounding temperature.
Chapter 81