Throughout the Mountain and Sea Realm, the name "Yang Mùtiān" was echoing everywhere.
The owner of this name was now facing a little girl, his face a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness.
Michael took steps towards Dou Lanxin, wanting to let this little girl take a better look at him. However, to his surprise, the little girl began crying instantly with a look of complete fear in her eyes.
She cried hysterically, looking as if she was about to faint.
Michael could only stop in his tracks and smile bitterly. "Is my appearance that scary?"
He was afraid of nothing else but women crying in front of him.
Although the little girl in front of him was only a few years old, her crying was enough to give him a headache.
"Lan'er, stop crying! This senior is here to help and heal you. You understand, right? Stop crying!"
Dou Pengju worried that Michael might be displeased, so he quickly scolded her.