Aha knew that they and Lan were different.
Only by risking death and descending upon the Luofu in their true form could they earn Xianyu's trust.
And Lan?
This Aeon had met his best friend long before either had risen to prominence, and he was the object of the Xianzhou natives' faith.
As such, Xianyu would not readily fight Lan.
After all, when a race was weak enough, its pain, anger, and struggles all became amusing to the strong.
Just like a kitten smaller than your palm.
It arched its back and hissed at a human, warning you in its own way that it was about to attack.
But would you care?
The answer, of course, was no.
You would not care.
You knew it was weak. You knew that even if it tried its hardest, it could only reach your trouser leg.
Its soft, feeble paws could not hurt you in the slightest.
You would only find it cute and amusing.
Precisely for that reason, Lan only needed to approach his best friend in a clone as fragile and harmless as a human.
That was how he showed that he would not fight Xianyu or interfere with any of his decisions. He only needed to come before his best friend, and that was enough.
Lan was favored.
Aha simply did not know how far that favoritism went.
But given how much their best friend doted on Nanook... even a tenth of that affection directed at Lan would be enough to keep him alive.
Aha had originally thought that even if Lan caused some trouble... their best friend would not readily fight this Aeon.
This time, however, they were no longer so sure.
Aha had never imagined... that Lan would make such an enormous mess!
The Aeon looked up.
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