Fortunately, she was positioned rather far back, so the crowd, still reeling in shock from Su Zhou's actions, didn't notice that she had collapsed in fear.
Only Tang Yuan, who was standing beside her, glanced at the Transformed Divine Bird with sympathy. He tried to comfort her, "Don't worry, Miss Jin. I can tell Captain Su doesn't actually like eating duck necks. The last time he, Mr. Shao, and I went to get some braised snacks, he only bought toothpick beef, braised chicken wings, braised duck feet, and some lotus root slices."
"Don't say another word! Isn't that even more terrifying?!" Now, Jin Qiong's wings and feet began to ache with phantom pain. She bit her lip, her face deathly pale. It made one wonder—could she even cry?
Of course, the one improvement from last time was that she didn't actually cry.
However, what was worse than last time was that Jin Qiong hadn't cried only because she was so terrified her tear ducts had forgotten how to function.
