Now standing before her was her older brother.
With just a single glance, the two gave off entirely different feelings.
No matter how angry or furious Na’er Xiu got, he would never reveal the kind of icy, abyss-like gaze that Na’er Mo did. It was as if he could devour someone in an instant.
An Yao's body trembled slightly. She lowered her head, concealing her emotions beneath her gaze, so as not to show any unusual reactions.
“Didn't I say I didn't want to see you? Why did you come back?” She curled up by the fire, burying her head in her knees, speaking in a muffled, sulky tone.
However, those who paid attention would notice that her tone was notably weaker. Na’er Mo was different from his younger brother Na’er Xiu. The indomitable aura emanating from him was suffocating.
The man stood at the cave entrance, a freshly killed prey in one hand.