White Fang: Have I Become Mo Bass?

He had forgotten about those two.

White Fang was practically a living radar. He could sense the Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils from thousands of miles away. No wonder he had seized the chance to abduct Qing Lin while Xiao Yan was at the Misty Cloud Sect.

And Cai Lin had happened to leave the Imperial City for the Snake-People Tribe—

"Lu Man? Lu Man?!"

White Fang was still chattering away.

But Lu Man already had a hand clamped around her throat. As Xiao Yan tightened his grip, it felt as though her neck might be crushed.

"Stop shouting."

Xiao Yan spoke calmly.

White Fang broke off mid-sentence and shuddered as if he had seen a ghost. He slowed down and obediently came to a halt atop a mountain peak.

"What brings two people from the Heavenly Snake Mansion to the Jia Ma Empire?"

Xiao Yan glanced at the green-clad woman. Her face was pale with terror, and both her hands gripped the hand around her throat. He spoke in an even tone.

"We... came looking for the Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils." His companion was in Xiao Yan's hands, and that terrifying speed made even his scalp prickle. He could neither escape nor win a fight. White Fang accepted defeat and lowered his massive snake head in frustration.

Xiao Yan glanced at Qing Lin sleeping soundly in his arms, then at the other two. His grip tightened.

Should I leave them both here?

"Urgh..." The green-clad woman's eyes bulged, her face turning purple as she feebly beat at Xiao Yan's arm.

"Please spare us, senior! The Heavenly Snake Mansion has no intention of harming anyone. Our mansion was founded by a senior demon snake at the Dou Zun level, so we make no distinction between magical beasts and humans.