C239 Young Chieftain of Wind Controlling Tribe

The White Ice Marten shook its head, indicating that this was not the time to speak. Its black eyes slightly narrowed, clearly seeing that one of the concealed figures was about to pass the White Ice Marten like lightning. Its speed was truly like that of a ghost's.

The White Ice Marten suddenly took action, its dagger shining with a sharp light as it drew a sharp blade light in the air