"Will these Spirit Cranes be affected?"
Lu Xuan asked worriedly from the side.
"There will definitely be an effect. Judging from their condition, it's hard to say there won't be more extreme cases like this."
Xu Yi looked gravely at the remaining two hundred-odd Spirit Cranes.
Lu Xuan followed his gaze. The Spirit Cranes were all staying obediently within the fenced-off area, but their condition did not seem as calm as it appeared on the surface.
Many of the Spirit Cranes' eyes were bloodred. With careful observation, one could occasionally detect a trace of violent savagery.
"Looks like, under Zhou Zhengqing's violent forcing, these Spirit Cranes are already on the verge of erupting."
"It's only because they've been tamed that they haven't developed the awareness to fight back and resist yet."
"On top of that, the Spirit Beast Token contains the Spirit Cranes' blood essence. Their life and death lie entirely in a single thought of the cultivator holding the Spirit Beast Token."
"So that Spirit Crane just now would rather maim itself than have the courage to attack Zhou Zhengqing. After all, self-harm only damages the body, but attacking a cultivator is a completely different matter. It would be almost impossible to keep its life."
Lu Xuan looked at the many restless Spirit Cranes and thought to himself in silence.
Not far away, Zhou Zhengqing, who had still been full of pride and self-satisfaction not long ago, now looked flustered as he stood to the side, at a complete loss.
Before long, a cultivator skilled in healing techniques came to the camp.
A beam of holy white light fell onto the Spirit Crane's abdomen. At once, the wound that had been bleeding nonstop slowly healed. The Spirit Crane gave a soft, mournful cry, its head still held high.
"Junior