The Grand Gift

The moon hung high in the sky. The night was as dark as ink.

The night wind blew gently. The garden of beasts was utterly silent.

Everyone held onto their heavy expressions as they stared at the youth in white. Their gaze was as if they were looking at an undefeatable immortal.

Master Wang's face was as white as a sheet of paper, and was now walking like a zombie who had lost his soul. After realizing the type of consequences he was about to face, his body began to shake uncontrollably.

[Dammit, I am at fault for everything that has happened and I couldn't cure the beasts. I am in deep trouble.] Fear flashed across Master Wang's eyes. He began to stumble backwards, planning on running out of here before people realize what he's done.

Pity, Yan Xiong Fei had his eyes locked onto him. How could he let him get away?

After Master Wang moved two small steps, he heard a calm but angry statement.

"Master Wang, where do you think you are going?"