Shen Yanxiao stared at them blankly. How did the topic come back to her again after it went around everyone else?
What was a Vermilion Bird? What was a Snow Spirit Fox? Why was she utterly unaware of anything?
With regards to the dungeon incident, there was only complete darkness in her memories. She was completely unaware of what had happened in the dungeon, but when the news about the death of the Snow Spirit Fox broke, she could sense how their sharp gazes shifted toward her like knives that were to pierce through her body.
If it weren't for Shen Feng, they would have probably pounced on her and hacked her into little pieces!
It was not her fault, and she was innocent…
Just when Shen Yanxiao was depressed with the situation where she was the target of the multitude of arrows, Xiu's voice echoed in her mind.
"It's only an eighth-ranked magical beast, but these stupid humans are actually so desperate over it. Useless trash, all of them."
