"Our beasts have nothing, but we are proud of the return of kindness. That woman fought for our survival. She deserves to be saved. Please, I beg you, let her go."
Wan Qiao furrowed her brows and rubbed her forehead as she deeply contemplated the abyss in her eyes, not betraying her emotions. After a lengthy consideration, she let out a sigh.
"This lady may have been kind to us, but she is still human. She is a member of the delegation sent here to spread death and disaster. If we let her go, she will have to live in our Capital, where we can keep an eye on her. I refuse to let her learn about us and then send her back to her old Kingdom. All of our secrets would be exposed."
The young man's expression softened, and in gratitude, he bowed before the One-Horned Jasmine Eagle. "Even if she must live in our Capital, it's better than her death." He spoke with happiness in his voice.
