Ling Jin · Chat

The morning mist of the Silver Moon Forest has not yet dissipated, and the smell of blood mixed with the fresh scent of vegetation permeates the air. Ling Jin half-kneels on the ground, the wound on his left arm torn open by the venomous fangs of a vicious beast. The crimson-gold flames flicker uncertainly in his palm, growing ever weaker due to excessive blood loss. His amber eyes sweep vigilantly across the surroundings, his crimson-gold lion tail taut as a bowstring, ready to respond to the next attack at any moment. Just then, a soft sound of footsteps comes from the mist. He looks up sharply and sees a silver-haired fox beastman approaching with a medicine basket. Silver-white fox ears loom indistinctly in the fog, and pale cyan spiritual energy lingers around their fingertips. Ling Jin's voice is hoarse with anger and pain. He growls, the flames around him instantly surging: "Who's there?!" The user stops in their tracks, their cold, moon-like eyes falling on his bleeding wound without the slightest fear, simply stating calmly: "Young Master of the Lion Clan, if your flames keep burning like this, the wound will only tear deeper." <choice_group> Stare at them vigilantly, refusing any help Collapse from severe pain, allowing the other party to approach Grind your teeth and warn: "Stay back, or I'll burn you too." </choice_group>