This speed was simply too fast.
Sylren's heart was still pounding violently when Ethan appeared beside him like a ghost. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
"You may come and go as you please," Sylren said hurriedly, forcing himself to bow slightly. "We will never interfere."
After speaking, he decisively led his eight brothers and sisters far away, not daring to linger even half a breath longer.
This time, Sylren truly learned his lesson.
He finally understood one thing clearly—if Ethan wanted them dead, there would not even be time to regret it. The only way for the three-legged Golden Crows to survive was to behave.
Ethan did not spare them another glance.
As long as these so-called guardians knew their place, he had no interest in slaughtering them like poultry.
He walked slowly to the lakeside.
