Cloudia hesitated, then said, "Master… we have to save the little tiger."
"No need," Reon replied coldly.
"B-But—!"
"They're coming to us," Reon said, eyes narrowing as he looked ahead.
Through the thick forest mist, shapes began to emerge—dark silhouettes gliding on flying swords.
Cloudia's breath caught. "They already tracked me? How?"
She instinctively stepped behind Reon, tense.
Above them, seventeen figures hovered in the sky, casting long shadows and blocking the morning light.
They were all Niu Ling's men—Miu Jiang's squad, Min Shing's squad, and Gao Jin's squad.
Each of them had taken a Healing Pill, recovered, regrouped, and was now ready to come down and take Cloudia.
Reon looked up—and his expression darkened.
In Min Shing's hand dangled the small form of the little tiger. Her fur was matted with blood, deep wounds slashed across her body.
She was unconscious. Barely breathing.
They didn't even give her a Healing Pill.
Drip!
A drop of blood hit the ground.
