บท 874: Misunderstanding

"Since we won't get another chance to ask them, maybe when the cub wakes up, he'll know," Gor'kan said, feeling much more relaxed after venting his anger.

Vryss'laar nodded. "After all, they're benefactors of our Pixiu clan. We can't just be ignorant of which sect our benefactors come from. Speaking of which, what are their names?"

Both of them turned their gaze towards Zhar'khaen, with their eyes full of threat. Zhar'khaen knew that if he couldn't answer, the two would definitely use it as an excuse to beat him again. It's unfair—why are the beasts so harsh on each other? Sighing miserably, he said, "The girl in black robes is called Amalia, and the boy in white robes is Kenny Lin."

They nodded in satisfaction. "At least you're not hopeless yet. Let's move on."