Su Mingxuan was still fuming, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His sharp eyes were scanning the clearing like a hawk looking for prey, and that prey's name was Rong Ye.
He was just about to start muttering again when a soft cough echoed from behind them.
Everyone turned at once.
A tall figure was walking toward them, a little awkwardly, and when the sunlight touched his face, they all saw who it was.
Rong Ye.
The fox beastman froze mid-step as everyone's gazes landed on him like arrows.
He blinked, his violet eyes darting left and right. "...Why are you all staring at me like that?" he wanted to say, but before he could, he straightened his back quickly, trying to walk normally.
Unfortunately, the moment he did, his body stiffened, and a sharp hiss escaped his mouth.
And he starts limping again.
Su Qinglan's eyes widened, and she rushed forward immediately. "Rong Ye! What happened? Why are you limping?" she asked worriedly.
