Wen Xiao’ai was about to chase after them when Jun Moyan immediately stopped her, "Xiaoguai."
Wen Xiao’ai stomped her foot unwillingly, frantically wiping the somewhat sticky milk that had splashed onto her chin and neck:
"Damn it, this is so annoying."
"How are you, are you alright?" Jun Moyan quickly approached, holding Wen Xiao’ai’s face anxiously and checked it, then he examined her arms.
"Go find the drunkard to check on you," Jun Moyan said as he began to pull Wen Xiao’ai towards the drunkard.
"No need, I really am fine, the one with the problem is that stinky bird. Thank heavens, Jun Moyan, you showed up just in time."
"Are you sure you’re alright?" Jun Moyan was still worried.
"I really am perfectly fine," Wen Xiao’ai confidently assured, even hopping on the spot.
He said he was relieved, but his heart still held some residual fear. What if he had been just a few seconds later, would Xiaoguai have been in danger?
The thought of that possibility made Jun Moyan’s heart clench fiercely.
For the first time, he felt how insignificant his power was, of course, compared to those who wielded spells like Xiaoguai...
The room lights flickered a few times before stabilizing.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway as Qing Yi burst in with men.
At first glance, he saw the extremely damaged balcony door and the pool of blood on the balcony.
"Young Master, what happened?"
Jun Moyan glanced at the balcony and answered, "Nothing."
"Nothing?" Qing Yi doubted if he had heard correctly.
"You guys go out first."
This time Jun Moyan didn’t even mention enhancing defenses.
Because such measures were, to those beings... no, to those demons and gods, essentially nothing, and certainly not a hindrance.
Qing Yi looked puzzled. It clearly was an attack, so what was the situation with the Young Master?
Not letting them investigate? Not clarifying the situation? Just acting as if nothing had happened?
With no other option, Qing Yi could only lead the bodyguards away.
"Xiaoguai, who was that person just now?"
"It was that red-eyed crow, it really has been watching you."
So Xiaoguai’s "stinky bird" was an actual bird, not an insult.
The crow was a demon after all.
No, it belonged to the Demon Realm, not to the demons.
Having experienced Xiaoguai’s transformation from cat to human, Jun Moyan was now less shocked by the concept of animals cultivating to become human.
So that crow could also transform into human, no wonder its gaze didn’t seem anything like what an animal would possess.
"Yeah, damn it, that stinky bird couldn’t defeat me, so its master even came to its aid, two against one, such thick-skinned behavior," Wen Xiao’ai despised such acts. Follow current novels on NoveIꜰire.net
"Its master appeared?"
"Not exactly appeared, its master just transferred their divine consciousness onto that Blood Crow, temporarily using its body."
So, the deep hatred in the eyes that had glared at him wasn’t from the crow, but from the crow’s master?
Jun Moyan was somewhat confused. They had speculated before that the people from the Demon Realm harbored ambitions towards the Human Realm, wanting him to help them with their schemes.
He had also considered that the crow’s master might be the Sect Leader of the Baiming Sect, also the person behind Ais, wanting to enlist him and Gu Sheng.
But that glowering look of vengeance from just now baffled Jun Moyan completely.
He had never dealt with the Demon Clan, and certainly couldn’t have made any enemies.
"That damned bird, it even smashed the milk bottle you bought me, that has really infuriated this princess."