Yan Xihu's hand fell through the air, and a look of astonishment crossed his face. His younger brother's extreme reaction weighed heavy on his heart, his brows and eyes set with solemn gravity.
He spoke with a grave voice, "Xirong?"
Taking a deep breath, Yan Xirong's hand by his side trembled, and he dared not meet his elder brother's eyes. "Jennifer is a puppet driven by the Black Feather Sect. Each time she feeds on my essence... the color of the Black Feather Totem on her body darkens, and I can feel it draining my life away," he explained, struggling to maintain his composure.
Yan Xihu clenched his teeth, his voice heavy with concern, "Why didn't you tell us before?"
Yan Xirong's fingertips trembled slightly as he pulled his clothes down, trying to cover the hideous totem, and he said softly, "Telling you would have only added to your worries."
