Bi Fang suddenly rose to his feet, his slightly reddened ears twitching lightly as he strained to catch any sound from around him, yet all that remained was the howling of the cold wind. He looked at the bewildered faces of the crowd and asked with some doubt,
"Did you... hear anything?"
Yao Jun, shivering with cold, dug at his ears and said indifferently, "Nope, the wind is too loud, are you hallucinating? It's so cold, how nice would it be to have a bowl of hot chicken soup right now, hehehe."
Bi Fang was somewhat speechless. Was this guy really so obsessed with Tibetan Snowcock?
These people before him were of no help—Bi Fang could only hope that the viewers had heard it. For some reason, he felt as if he had indeed heard a human cry.
Unfortunately, the viewers were also confused and hadn't heard any calling out.
[Master Fang, are you hallucinating?]
[With the wind this strong, how could there be any sound?]
[Could it be a chicken crowing?]
