He turned his head to glance once more at the fawn struggling next to Baili An, who, despite the trails of blood left by the golden net's binding, pitifully and forcefully crawled in his direction with little regard for its own pain.
Compassion flickered in his eyes as he gently patted the Golden Crow beneath him.
At its master's command, the Golden Crow cried out and its body surged with golden luminescence.
The light, sharp and unmatched, sliced the golden net into shreds without harming the fawn.
Now free, the fawn staggered, and with difficulty, made its way to Baili An's side, collapsing there and tenderly licking his pallid cheek with soft whimpers.
The witnessing villagers couldn't help but sigh internally at the deep bond between master and servant.
No wonder the young boy refused to exchange the fawn; it seemed, after all, that Qi Yang was indeed too overbearing.
The girls tending to Baili An saw his complexion as pale as death itself.
