Xing Luoye walked into the room carrying the three cubs carefully in his arms. The two griffin cubs were awake and moving around, while little Xiao Bai stayed quietly perched on his shoulder.
The moment he stepped inside, his eyes widened.
Feng Yanshen was standing there with Yue Yue.
The atmosphere in the room felt strange...heavy, warm, and somehow different. It was as if the oxygen has disappeared from the air.
"High Priest…" Xing Luoye said, his voice a little surprised.
Feng Yanshen lifted his eyes and met his gaze.
Xing Luoye almost stepped back. The look in the High Priest's eyes was strange. There was pity in them and strange tenderness. Something he had never seen before from this cold man.
Xing Luoye felt confused. He had always remembered the High Priest as ruthless and distant. The man looked down on everyone, especially on him and the others. He tolerated them only because of Yue Yue. He never hid his dislike.
