If it were not for the Orc's lips, tightly pursed until they turned white, and the knuckles on his fingers turned pale from gripping so tightly, one would probably think that the Beast God Fruit was fake given his composed face.
It wasn't until an hour later that Xiu Yan opened his deep, soulful eyes. His hair, plastered to his forehead by sweat, dripped down his full forehead, hanging on his thick fluttering eyelashes like a damp feather fan.
Xiu Yan's slender hand was raised to gently wipe away the sweat from his eyelashes and forehead, he stood up and walked out of the tent, filling a porcelain basin with some snow and placed it on the fireplace.
After the snow in the pot had melted, he put it aside, took off the beast skin he was wearing, revealing a sturdy, explosive body. If Ji Nuan were awake, she would definitely be drooling.
