The restriction imposed on the Flying Serpent was no laughing matter. It ensured it wouldn't act against Ray's interests in any way or form. If it ever did that, no matter the reason, the restriction would trigger, and it would immediately die.
The Flying Serpent valued its life above all else. It wouldn't sacrifice it for someone else's sake.
As a result, even though it could foresee the humiliation one of its most valuable and highly cherished clansman was about to suffer, it didn't move an inch to stop it.
Ray wasn't ignorant of its dilemma, and a faint smile crossed his face. He felt pleased with the choice it had made.
Its wisdom hadn't dulled with age, and its cowardice ensured it would never betray him. He could already feel it. Although it was totally forced, the Flying Serpent was going to make an excellent subordinate in the future.
The restriction he had placed on it was just as absolute as he had made it seem.
