Hearing Lin Yi's words, Bi Ji turned and stopped, asking with a smile, "Little one, is there something else?"
Lin Yi suddenly seemed hesitant to speak. Bi Ji did not urge him, merely watching the little one curiously.
After a long while, as though he had finally made up his mind, Lin Yi edged farther behind Mu En. "Big Sister, can you let that member of your clan become my father's eighth Soul Ring?"
Lin Qingxuan and the others' expressions changed at once. Mu En raised a hand to shield Lin Yi behind him, his protectiveness plain for all to see.
Bi Ji's face had already turned utterly cold. As the fourth of the Fierce Beasts, the pressure of her five-hundred-eighty-thousand-year Cultivation Level blanketed the entire area.
Though Bi Ji was not skilled in combat, once one's strength reached a certain level, being unskilled did not mean being unable to fight.
"Little one, what makes you think that one word from you is enough to make me sacrifice a clansman's life to fulfill the wishes of you humans?"
It was the same form of address, but there was none of Bi Ji's earlier kindness in it now, only bone-deep chill.
Had Mu En not stepped in to protect him, Bi Ji's pressure alone would have been enough to take Lin Yi's life.
"Lady Bi Ji, my disciple meant no provocation."
Cold light flashed in Bi Ji's eyes as she said frostily, "You ask for the life of one of my clansmen, yet you tell me there is no provocation? Are you saying you want war outright?"
"Mu En, perhaps I am no match for you, but you must understand—this is Star Dou!"
Mu En said nothing. Against Bi Ji alone, who was not adept at fighting, he could indeed defeat