C293 Evil King's Blood

As Qi Xiao lifted the tent flap, a howl pierced the air.

"Aooo! Am I dead?"

Faang Zhiyou sprang up from the ground, his eyes darting nervously around.

Qi Xiao watched the spectacle with a silent scoff, his eyes betraying unmistakable scorn.

"Relax, you're very much alive," the Great Elder assured him with a smile.

Reassured, Faang Zhiyou's tension melted away