Elder Shao Yun's eyes darted between Xi Na and Glock'Nine, his painted lips curling into a lecherous smile.
The eerie gleam in his blood-red eyes made Glock'Nine's feathers bristle with discomfort.
The dragorooster's instincts screamed danger, but it wasn't the kind of danger that came from power or strength—it was the kind that came from something truly repulsive.
"Why aren't you panicking?" Shao Yun's voice was almost melodious, a sharp contrast to the sinister undertones laced in his words. He took a step forward, tilting his head as his grin widened. "Is it because you think that beast of yours will save you?"
Xi Na remained stoic, but she could feel Glock'Nine stiffening beside her.
Shao Yun's eyes flicked over to the dragorooster, his expression twisting with intrigue.
