"Move!" Zhar'khaen's face was filled with urgency.
"Whatever you have to say, say it here," Kenny Lin said firmly, showing no intention of moving aside.
Zhar'khaen hesitated, seemingly unsure of what to do. This time, he didn't dare to force his way past Kenny Lin despite his superior cultivation and instead stood awkwardly, his expression a chaotic mix of emotions—crying one moment, laughing the next. After a few moments, he finally calmed down enough to glance at Amalia with embarrassment. "Is that the Pixiu you've bonded with?"
"You, being a Pixiu yourself, can't sense that?" Amalia asked calmly.
"I can," Zhar'khaen replied, swallowing hard, still in disbelief. "I just didn't expect..."
He didn't finish his sentence but showed that same conflicted look again, clutching his hair in frustration as if he were on the verge of madness.
"Didn't expect what?" Amalia asked.
