Seeing the Phoenix-headed Parrot crumpled inside the cage, Yan Qing was shocked.
This little thing had been under his care for three years now, withstanding countless torturous training sessions without ever being this frail, so why did it suddenly keel over?
He opened the cage, placed his hand on the small body of the Phoenix-headed Parrot, and noted that there was still breath— not dead, merely fainted. He turned around to the Sweat-Blood Precious Horse and asked, "What did you say to it?"
The Sweat-Blood Precious Horse stepped back twice, its horse eyes bearing a tinge of guilt.
Yan Qing stared at it for a while, and, as if by a fluke, seemed to understand something. He cradled the Phoenix-headed Parrot in his palm and addressed the Sweat-Blood Precious Horse, "Roll back to your stable and reflect, you're punished with three days without leaving the stable. Forget about the perk of taking walks."
