Lin Mu was about to fly to catch Meng Bai, but someone moved even faster than Lin Mu could.
A red blur streaked from the corner of the courtyard, leaping into the sky with a thundering roar.
Little Shrubby.
The Liger beast expanded to his full size in an instant, his glorious mane billowing like a burning inferno. His powerful legs launched him upward, catching Meng Bai mid-air as if cradling a feather. Then, with a lazy twist of his body, he landed back down with a ground-shaking thud, paws sinking into the stone as dust scattered in all directions.
Lin Mu rushed forward. "Meng Bai! Are you alright?"
The young formation master clung to Little Shrubby's mane, face pale and trembling. "I-I think my heart's still up there…"
Ashy let out another whistle. "And people call me reckless."
Daoist Chu approached, checking Meng Bai's pulse with a concerned look. "No injuries. No internal damage. Just shock."
