Xi'en, that naive fool, seems to truly regard the other as his dear brother.
In his eyes, there's nothing but admiration. Does it also hold a touch of respect?
Sight the eyes of the white bird becoming more overtly hostile, as if it could hardly wait to rip Xi'en apart and swallow him whole.
Yadang twitched a corner of his mouth, pulling Xi'en behind him and alertly stared down the white bird.
"Vermilion Bird Young Master, it's safer if you keep your distance. You standing so close makes me nervous."
The white bird firmly stared at Yadang.
Xi'en peeked out from behind Yadang, "Bird bro seems pretty decent, why would he make you afraid?"
A faint smile lingered on the white bird's face.
Yadang was frustrated with Xi'en's ignorance and yelled at him, "Shut up!"
Xi'en was slightly taken aback.
Then, he let out a sigh that weighed as heavy as resignation.
It was as if Yadang was a troublesome and clueless cub.
