The Black Mist was dispersed by the fierce wind kicked up by Xiao Ji. Enraged, Xiao Ji let out a piercing cry and swung its wings violently, and the sky was filled with the loud sound of spatial fragmentation as a crack slowly appeared in the air.
"Crimson Judgement? Was that really necessary..."
Feng Yuan recognized at a glance that it was Xiao Ji's unique move. Agunas rolled his eyes, tossed aside the book in his hand, and the Nether Cross wooden boat directly lifted Feng Yuan into the air. Feng Yuan pulled Xiao Ji into a tight hug and whispered,
"There, there, don't be angry. That was just an illusion, so let's not be reckless, okay?"
Held tightly by Feng Yuan, Xiao Ji gradually calmed down. Seeing Xiao Ji regain its senses, Feng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and Agunas piloted the wooden boat slowly back to the ground.
"Are you alright?"