At the hunting offering ceremony after last semester's School Hunting Meet, Zheng Qing had experienced this same feeling.
Back then, a breeze had brushed past him and blown toward the prey on the hunting grounds. The demon beasts that had been locked down by magic had charged toward the stands where he was, as if driven mad.
Fortunately, he had been on the secure stands at the time, several hundred meters away from those frenzied creatures, with several layers of sturdy magical barriers between them. Moreover, those demon beasts had been bound by the magical chains of the hunters offering them. They had rushed less than ten meters before being yanked back.
The enraged hunters had rewarded them with a lashing.
Zheng Qing had originally wanted to believe that the demon beasts had lost control because of a "magical malfunction." But when he once again faced a pack of out-of-control beasts, once again faced those crazed eyes, he immediately discarded that illusion.
They looked at him the way starving dogs looked at bones.
Or rather, the way monsters looked at a bowl of Tang Monk's Flesh.
In an instant, countless scenes he had instinctively ignored flashed through Zheng Qing's mind—the whispers Nikita had murmured into his ear while licking it aboard the incoming Special Plane, the Kappa Demon's frantic struggles by Linzhong Lakefront, the out-of-control demons during the School Hunt Competition, and the uninvited "guests" during the winter hunt.
Especially the incident during the School Hunt Competition.
Professor Yao had once suggested that he consult Professor Monteria, First University's leading authority on bloodline research, about this matter. But with so many things demanding his attention, Zheng Qing had always pushed it to the back of his mind.
*If I make it back safely, I'll immediately ask Young Lady Su for