"Ah!" Fourth Miss Zhao came to her senses and screamed again, turning to run.
"The skin is really white." Seeing Fourth Miss Zhao's torn clothes barely revealing her figure and large swathes of pale skin, those who had just regained their composure were mesmerized again, instinctively admiring her out loud.
"Quick, quick, help me block it." Fourth Miss Zhao, both embarrassed and enraged, knew she couldn't outrun the flying creature, and she yelled in panic.
"Oh," Zhou Qi habitually responded, stepping forward. But then he immediately realized—wasn't that the Royal Family's exclusive top-notch Exotic Beast, the Griffin? Could he really stop it?
Zhou Qi wanted to retreat, but it was too late. The Griffin, seeing someone dare to block its path, swooped down with a claw strike.
"Hiss slash"—another sound of fabric tearing. Zhou Qi's clothes split in half and gently fell to the ground. Zhou Qi's clothes weren't as complicated as Fourth Miss Zhao's, so they came apart with one tear.
