Su Qinglan's heart pounded, not from fear, but from a growing surge of absolute fury. She was already wrestling with a splitting headache from pushing her power, and now she was being manhandled by a giant, rude bird.
She was so shocked when the owl-beastman spoke. So it's a beastman? Not just a feral beast, but a sentient, speaking creature! And one who had clearly masked his presence.
The sound of Luo Chen's threatening voice finally broke her control. Her usual calm composure cracked and was replaced by anger.
"You damned ugly beast, who the hell are you? Rotten piece of shit!"
A fierce, dangerous light flashed in Su Qinglan's eyes. The pain from her shoulders crashed over her.
The sharp talons were digging deeply into her flesh, and she could feel the warm, steady flow of blood down her back. She was dizzy and weak from overexertion and was now being carried like a sack of grain.
This damn bird is holding me by my shoulder!
