"No," Mu Feier refused sternly, "the charm tribe of Mu Family never collaborate with outsiders."
"How conservative," the middle-aged man sneered with contempt, "With Mu Yang dead, and you so young, without help, you will never avenge Mu Yang."
Mu Feier's complexion turned pale. The charm tribe of Mu Family had been suppressed by the Ye Family for many years, and it wasn't until her father died that her brother Mu Yang managed to improve their situation. Now, with Mu Yang's death, everything had crumbled back to its original state.
Oh no, not just to its original state. It was even worse than before!
Just relying on herself and the scarce three hundred clan members of the Mu Family, she truly couldn't take revenge.
"What is your name?" Mu Feier asked. Her clear eyes, which should have been filled with childlike innocence, were incredibly sharp. Even dark.
"Hua Ziyan, according to seniority, you should call me Uncle Master," Hua Ziyan said.
