Both Nameless and the middle-aged man looked extremely grim, glaring at Bai Nian who had once again turned into a soul; both were full of anger. They had only been slightly inattentive, and Bai Nian had slipped away, apparently causing quite a ruckus.
"What on earth is going on?" Nameless said coldly, his expression extremely unpleasant, even if Bai Nian provided a satisfactory explanation, it seemed difficult to escape punishment. Were it not for the scarcity of tribesmen, Nameless might have directly struck to obliterate Bai Nian, the one who exposed their whereabouts under outsiders' noses.
Knowing what Nameless was thinking, the middle-aged man beside him said, "What's done is done, talking won't change anything; we should focus on how to salvage the situation, or we'll just be running for our lives."
