"Alright, Brother Qi. If you need anything, call me anytime. Goodbye."
After hanging up, Yang Qi put his phone away and his gaze fell upon the bird of prey on the courtyard wall.
A gentle smile appeared on his face as he used the Basic Spirit Communication Technique to ask a question.
"Qi Zai, what brought you back here all of a sudden? Did something happen?"
Hearing Yang Qi's voice, Qi Zai let out a low rumble from its throat.
[There are injured Two-legged Beasts in the mountains.]
'Someone's hurt?'
Yang Qi was startled and quickly followed up, "How many are injured? Can they still move?"
Standing on the wall, Qi Zai's throat moved again.
[There are two.]
[One is lying by a rock, not moving.]
[The other is on the ground in the distance, moving very slowly, like an injured bug.]
"The one that's not moving... is it dead?"
Yang Qi's heart tightened as he pressed for details.
Qi Zai tilted its head slightly, as if recalling and confirming, before responding.
