The newcomer stood at nine feet tall, his physique strong and solid. The full and sturdy pectoral muscles that animal skins couldn't hide were like ancient bronze relics that had endured the test of time.
His head was slick and shiny, with a large beast bone earring hanging from the left earlobe. With leopard eyes and a scarred face, he did not look like someone of good nature.
"Fan Kuai," Shen Xinglan said in a deep voice.
Tang Fei stood next to Shen Xinglan and asked in a low voice, "Your man?"
Shen Xinglan, the legitimate grandson of the Shen Family, which was the foremost among the nine major families, was regarded as the core figure— the light of the family.
Having fallen into the Burial Land and having no news for several days, it was only natural for his family to send people to search for and welcome him back.
The bald man called out, "Please, Young Master Shen, return home," and then Shen Xinglan would mount a great steed...
Oh, there was no steed, only a Star Disc.
