After Sane finished blocking the rear exit of the cave, the group left the valley, heading towards the temporary residence of the Crimson tribe.
Along the way, the air pressure around Sane dropped to the lowest point, almost freezing the surrounding air. The surrounding beastmen kept stealing glances at Kaelen from time to time; even the pressure of a level-three beastman warrior being released did not make them falter.
Sane grabbed Kaelen's hand, gritting his teeth and saying: "What did you usually use to smear on your face? I will go get it for you right now, you smear it on your face immediately for me!"
Kaelen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't expect Sane to have such a cute jealous side; if Sane were a cobra, his hood would probably be fully flared out by now. He scratched Sane's palm and said: [No need, anyway, my body is full of your scent, they won't intervene. Letting them take a look or two won't make me lose a piece of meat.]
