Heading to Black Iron Village

Destin Wroten's expression remained unchanged.

After speaking to Braydon Neal in a low voice, he turned and walked down the mountain. Braydon followed behind him, as if taking a casual stroll through a courtyard.

"Father, it's over there. Uncle Destin just asked me to come back and fetch you first."

"That guy from outside is really good-looking."

A small voice suddenly came from ahead.

The child who had left earlier returned, bringing along a tall, thin man, and hurried over. The man's face was tense and solemn.

When he saw Destin and Braydon, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Destin, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Destin replied, shaking his head. "What could possibly happen to me? Look how worried you are."

"It's good that you're fine. That's all that matters."

The tall, thin man turned his gaze to Braydon, who was standing behind Destin.

"Is this the outsider?"