The buffalo convulsed violently, blood spraying across the swamp. Lin Fang's stomach sank as the pregnant beast collapsed, lifeless. His mind raced for a solution—he could have used the Jade Spirit Tonic, but 1,000 coins seemed a steep price, and the moment had passed.
"Tempest! You idiotic bird… Why… why did you do that?" Lin Fang's voice trembled as he approached the prehistoric beast, now cowering slightly with its head crouched and its beak touching the ground.
Lin Fang knelt beside the buffalo, placing a hand gently on its warm, bloodied fur. His chest tightened with regret. "It's… It's my fault too," he whispered. "I should have known. You were too hungry, and I… I didn't earn your respect. I should have commanded you more firmly."
