'Forget it. It's not worth fighting over.'
'What's the point of this?' he thought.
'If I piss either of them off, I'll be the one to suffer for it.'
The last time he carried a female beast, he'd spent the whole time afterward rubbing his rear, wincing in pain…
He vividly remembered that day; he had kindly given a female beast a ride for a stretch, and by that evening, his tailbone was so agonizingly sore it felt like it had snapped.
He'd limped for three whole days, and he couldn't even squat to drink water without bracing himself against a rock to stand back up.
...
He remembered it all vividly.
He shuddered every time he thought about it.
He really didn't dare get involved in the open and secret struggles between these two spiritual beasts now.
"Let's talk here."
Xi Lan finally spoke, breaking the brief silence.
He raised a hand, pointing to a nearby rock ledge half-hidden by vines.
