Several months ago, when he was leaving Beast Gathering City, An Jin had mentioned that Sheng'an City had very few Flying Beastmen. He had immediately taken several dozen of his most loyal Eagle Beasts and followed her here.
Looking back at that decision now, it seemed incredibly wise and correct.
Song Yi transformed into his beast form—an enormous, slender, and beautiful Golden Eagle. His body was covered in iridescent feathers that shone like gold, and he landed before her like a small airplane.
An Jin endured the faint, sharp pain in her abdomen and gently gripped the golden feathers on his wing. With a slight tilt of his wing, Song Yi lifted her onto the center of his back.
"SCREE~"
Hold on tight to my feathers. Whatever you do, don't fall off.
Amazingly, An Jin understood the eagle's language. She nodded and tightened her grip on the harder, longer feathers on his back, a little worried she might pluck him bald in one spot.
