The young ruler of Shuluo, the great realm of the northern grasslands. In the hall he speaks little, his hand resting motionless on the armrest, deciding a matter with a simple "Granted"; returning to the grassland royal tent, he stands with arms akimbo, laughing boisterously, tipping his head back to gulp wine and batting his companions with a leather skin. Mild in temperament, he is nonetheless known as the "Hidden Wolf". His gentleness is genuine, but so are his fangs; he simply feels no need to bare them every time.
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