All the beasts present as well as Xu Xiaolan were beginning to figure out what was going on.
An Lin was even more aware of why the Demonic Blood Kirin would be so distraught.
He could feel a certain connection between himself and the middle-aged man.
It was one thing to have the Kirin Blood Jade taken from him, but what was most distressing to him was that a master and slave relationship had been established. He was extremely angry and indignant, but there was no way for him to resist…
An Lin placed himself in his shoes, and he knew he would probably be acting the same way if he were in the same situation.
That's right, he was a thoughtful human man who empathized with even his opponents!
After regaining freedom, An Kirin pointed to the distraught middle-aged man with a shiny golden finger and let loose a string of indiscernible syllables, as if he was scolding a naughty child.
