As she heard his question, An Yao felt like she was plunged into an icy abyss. Even though she tried to maintain her composure, her hands and feet grew cold, and she couldn't help but shiver.
"...What do you mean by that? What do you mean I'm not from that tribe?" An Yao furrowed her brows, looking at him with a faint, feigned ignorance.
Na’er Xiu's gaze swept across her calm face, as if he were trying to discern something from her composed demeanor. He slowly released his hold on her and examined her closely, maintaining a smile that carried a hint of knowing.
"It means exactly what you think, little female," he said, his lips curling with amusement.
An Yao replied, "I don't understand what you're talking about."
She furrowed her brows and her expression visibly cooled, "You've said what you wanted to say. I'll be leaving now."