"Tell you? Mere ingredients, what right do they have to question us."
"Kneel down and beg for mercy immediately."
A Tier Two Iron-Winged Sparrow said grimly, looking down at Jiang Fan.
It completely disregarded the human before it.
Because in its long years, humans were like ants, hunted casually by their Demon Race.
Now they were even being herded like livestock, barely different from domesticated animals.
So who would speak respectfully to livestock?
The other Iron-Winged Sparrows were curiously watching Jiang Fan. It seemed to be the first time they encountered such a peculiar human, as this human displayed no fear towards them.
Had it been other humans who saw them, they would surely be terrified, trembling, kneeling, and begging for mercy.
Yet this guy dared to come forward and ask directions, it was simply unbelievable.
"A bunch of feathered beasts daring to boss me around?"
"Such gall."
