Ji An said softly:
"It's hard to discern the situation at night, besides, we don't really know what happened, so it's better not to get involved."
Out in the world, compassion cannot be too rampant, right and wrong are fundamentally unclear.
The night was too dark, his scope of vision only covered a few miles, unable to discern the identities of those engaged in combat.
Not long after his voice faded, another scream echoed, urgent and panicked, tinged with the shiver of impending doom.
"Woof," not far away, Dahuang let out a low growl, sensing a chilling disturbance, uneasily running towards its master.
Not only Dahuang, but also Golden Fur, Lan Bei, and the Golden Feathered Eagle all approached Ji An.
Han Yan felt the sound of waves carried on the wind, her skin instinctively tightening. She communicated telepathically:
"Junior Brother, I have a bad feeling."
Ji An sensed a faint iron scent wafting over, feeling a sense of familiarity.
