'Blonde hair and blue eyes… Those features seem to belong to that guy from the Western Church.'
Jiang Qiu gazed from afar at the people from the West Ice Tribe. His eyes immediately fell upon the young man in the very center of their ranks. With such distinct features, he stood out from the crowd.
He was undoubtedly a Chosen One, possessing an air that didn't blend with the locals of the Northern Boundary. Moreover, a deep-seated, lofty arrogance radiated from his very bones. Ordinary members of the West Ice Tribe didn't have that quality, not even the Leader who was preparing to draw his bow.
'But if it's that guy from the Western Church, he'll be difficult to deal with.'
'His face wasn't that familiar, quite different from the person in my memory, but I've never forgotten the icy look on his face the first time we met.'
'Back then, Tang Guang even reminded me to be wary of him.'
'Speaking of which, what tribe is Tang Guang in now?'
