Nine Li Shaman Tribe
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Su Ming remained calm. His expression did not change at all due to the young man’s words. It was as if he did not hear him at all.
"Perhaps I should be calling you brother Su, and not… brother Mo." When the young man saw Su Ming reacting this way, he spoke once again, still with a slow tone.
Su Ming smiled faintly and lifted his head to look at the mackerel pikes swimming about in the dark sky. With a glint in his eyes, he took off the mask on his face, placed it by his side and took a big swig from the wine pot at his side.
The instant he took off the mask, all the nine previously retreating Medial Shamans immediately took a few steps forward and stood around them. Their expressions changed and murderous intent shone in their eyes, but they did not attack.
The young man’s eyes were instantly trained on Su Ming, like lightning when he saw his sudden movements. He stared at Su Ming’s pale face and the scar under his eyes, and after a long while, he let out a cold harrumph.