Yun San swallowed some saliva and asked loudly, "Excuse me, who is the Ghost Face Tribe chief, Lord Fan Qin?"
Yun San kept his politeness despite all the troubles surrounding him.
From within the thousands of Ghost Face Tribe soldiers came a tall middle-aged man, his dark skin was scarred and he wore a painted devil mask with two black horns on top.
Standing opposite of Yun San, Fan Qin spat on the ground, "I am your grand-daddy Fan Qin, what do you want?"
Yun San paused and replied politely, "I am Yun San, chief of the Tree God Tribe, grandson of the first chief of the Yun Family from Tree God Tribe, not yours."
HAHAHA
The Ghost Face Tribe soldiers laughed loudly, this savage tribe had never seen a bookish and kind man like Yun San, so they treated him like a joke.
Fan Qin picked his yellow teeth, "Yun San, any final words before I kill you?"
