Anya roared in fury. Gray wings SWISHED open behind her as she charged murderously toward Su Yu.
Bai Shuang stepped in front of Su Yu and yelled in a low voice, "Anya! Fighting within Holy Beast City—does the Cuiyue Tribe not want to qualify for the Holy Beasts' trial anymore?!"
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH! Anya, stop." Valentine's hoarse voice called out.
Anya's expression faltered, and she stopped in her tracks, unwilling.
The Beastmen of the Cuiyue Tribe rushed forward to help Valentine up from the rubble. Valentine shoved away the male supporting him. His gaze was dark and grim as he looked at Xun Yu, a hint of fear on his face. "Who are you?"
The Beastmen from the White Wing Tribe, who had been suppressed by the Cuiyue Tribe for years, couldn't help but speak up smugly. "He is the Saint Heir from our White Wing Tribe, here to participate in this year's Blessing Ceremony!"
"A Saint Heir! Doesn't your Cuiyue Tribe have one?"
