"It's over. That snake died pretty horribly..."
After watching for half an hour, Jun Mo finally saw Little Phoenix tear the snake's head open and cautiously let out a long breath.
At first, the snake had still been able to strike back once or twice against the phoenix. Later on, it had simply been getting beaten.
The torn-off serpent scales, snake meat, and snake blood scattered across the snow looked a little too bloody, yet the phoenix simply refused to kill the snake outright. Lightning strikes, burning flames, slicing winds, earth pits, wooden spikes...
Just how deep did this grudge run...?
"We can probably still gather some ingredients..."
Ye Fei raised a hand and rubbed the corner of his eye. He hadn't expected Feng An to watch this long without stopping it, just watching Little Phoenix practice its abilities.
Perhaps sending this snake to his doorstep had been intended to give Little Phoenix some skill practice in the first place?
"A snake this big... there really should still be plenty of ingredients..."
Jun Mo leaned against the outside of Ye Fei's courtyard wall, watching Little Phoenix fly onto Ye Fei's shoulder and nuzzle his face affectionately, then watching Ye Fei go over to process the snake's corpse. Something always felt a little off.
If he remembered correctly, that super-powerful expert named Feng An was a snake himself?
A snake...
Sending a snake over, first as a sparring partner, then as ingredients?
Sure enough, he didn't understand the Demon Race's way of thinking. All the books he'd read since childhood had talked about conflicts between races and protecting one's own kind...
He had no particular thoughts on these things himself, but that didn't stop him from always believing that most living beings were like that.
"The ingredients are pretty good. We'll