Jin Zhu's gaze lingered on Qiuqiu's jet-black scales for a moment before sweeping over Seville's small, displeased face.
In the end, she just grunted in acknowledgment, hoisted Lu Ming over her shoulder, and strode forward.
"Wait!"
Su An'an squatted down to pick up Seville, but he dodged her.
"Don't touch me."
The young Swan Beastman's face was cold, his Wings flaring slightly.
Su An'an whispered, "Just pretend. It's more advantageous to show weakness."
Seville fell silent, his amber eyes flickering with complex emotions.
In the end, he turned his face away and allowed Su An'an to pick him up.
Su An'an followed Jin Zhu out of the forest.
After about half an hour of walking, the outline of the Gray Stone Tribe gradually became clear.
The towering wooden fence was covered in dried bloodstains. Upon seeing Jin Zhu, the guard on the watchtower raised his spear in acknowledgment.
But the moment he noticed the strangers behind her, he immediately blew a warning horn.
