The moment Su Qinglan mentioned the word "scout," a flash of pure panic crossed the young beastman's face.
His eyes darted around, looking for any way to escape, but he was pinned down by the sheer weight of Xuan Long's presence.
Xuan Long noticed the shift in the boy's expression and let out a dark, cold smirk. "Lan Lan," he said, his voice vibrating with a dangerous hunger.
"Do you want me to teach him a lesson? I can break his wing. He might find it easier to talk once he realizes he will never fly again."
The young beastman shivered, his feathers standing on end. "No! You can't!" he shrieked.
"I told you, I'm just a traveler! I'm from the Sky-High Mountain, and I was just heading back because the weather looked bad. You Fox Tribe people are so cruel! You're just like the rumors say...suspicious and mean!"
