The talon grabbed Song Shuhang and turned him over.
In the next moment, a face with a twisted and pained expression came into everyone's view. Shuhang's face was just like the oil painting "The Scream."
Just by looking at his expression, one could tell how much pain he felt before collapsing to the ground.
The talon was startled by his twisted expression.
But then, the pupil on the little talon widened.
Putting that exaggerated pained expression aside, she noticed that the young man had a kind-looking face.
A familiar face, and an even more familiar 'aura'.
"Slow-Witted Song!" cried the talon.
These words seemed to carry magical properties as they instantly caused several of the figures present to react.
The little claws of Sister White Dragon unceasingly scratched at the air as if she were trying to rip something apart. Her strong mood swings even affected Sixteen.
