Zhui Feng's threatening glare had no effect on the lofty individual, who seemed oblivious and indifferent, as if mocking their anger and fueling it even more. Zhui Feng was burning with rage, unable to contain himself any longer; his claws dug deep into the ground, and wrinkles of anger across his snout resembled deep ravines, impossible to smooth over.
"Zhui Feng..." Summer Acquiring Bird gave him a caring look, and Zhui Feng understood her meaning. How could he not know what to do now? Yet, his claws involuntarily dug tighter and more viciously into the earth.
Zhui Feng was beside himself with anger, glaring furiously at the lofty figure for a long while, then his worry overtook him, tugging at his heart. He sat solemnly next to Lin Suqing, watching him curled up tightly, his body tensed into a strained arc, utterly stiff. He felt an inexplicable surge of anger himself, and wished he could kick Lin, blaming him for his weakness.
