Seeing the beseiging warriors from the Gu Yuan Tribe halt their attack under Xiao Chen's signal, the elder of the Xuan She Tribe couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The fear of death had led him to abandon his dignity, his tribe, and even his hatred.
The fear of death is great, and who could truly claim to be fearless of life and death?
As Xiao Chen looked at him, his face expressionless, the elder couldn't help but shiver, his body involuntarily retreated a few steps away from Xiao Chen, subconsciously wanting to distance himself from this ruthless madman.
"This old man is Xuan He, the Second Elder of the Xuan She Tribe!" he said.
Maybe it was a shred of pride left in him, as now that he had barely escaped death, he cast aside the plea he had just made.
Despite begging the Gu Yuan Tribe for mercy, Xuan She Tribe had been looking down on Gu Yuan Tribe ever since it was established. The state of affairs had only compelled him to lowering himself currently.
