A sulky Ying Da flapped his wings towards the tribal territory, grumbling in his heart: "That Chief Ge Xing really is a cheapskate. It's true that he felt embarrassed after devouring three large bowls of other people's food, but there was really no need for the Orc to throw him down from that place called the city wall, right?"
The sad thing is, thanks to his being an Eagle Beast, his small wings could, at least, flap away! Otherwise, he would've been dead!
Ying Da took another stroll along the edge of the forest. The Beast Group was still there, absolutely unaffected, taking shelter in the forest and avoiding the sunlight.
Ying Da felt a sense of sinking within. He swiftly flew towards the tribe's dwelling place. He'd remained absent for the entire night and was unsure of the state of anxiety the tribespeople must be in.
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