A mocking laugh suddenly came from the edge of the field ridge.
Soren Phoenix leaned against a tree, his fingertips twirling a stalk of foxtail grass, flicking it back and forth. "Little Jago is pretty clever."
His phoenix eyes turned slightly, gazing into the distance.
Caelan Phoenix and Lian Phoenix, those two old guys, were pretending to be busy digging a canal, but their ears were perking up high.
Soren Phoenix caught the look on their faces, lips curling into a light smile, deliberately raising his voice: "If you two want to go back to The Phoenix Clan, I, as Clan Leader, can send you off."
As soon as he finished speaking—
Caelan Phoenix and Lian Phoenix shot their heads up, shouting in unison, "We're not going back!"
What a joke, they'd finally latched onto a big shot; leaving now would mean all their effort was wasted.
Soren Phoenix's smile grew deeper. "Since you aren't going back, then do your work properly. Don't spend all day thinking about slacking off."
