'What a glutton!'
Yang Qi couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Of course.
Although the Beaked Eagle had said he "looked tasty," it didn't show any real predatory desire or hostility. It was more a kind of instinct-driven curiosity.
"My name is Yang Qi. What's yours?"
Not dwelling on the "tasty" comment, Yang Qi used his Basic Spirit Communication Technique to ask.
The Beaked Eagle in the tree was clearly stunned. Its large, round eyes widened even more as it stared intently at Yang Qi below, as if trying to see right through him.
Its throat moved, letting out a series of rapid gurgles.
"What kind of beast are you?"
"How can you speak bird language?"
Yang Qi was speechless.
"Don't tell me you don't have a name?"
Yang Qi ignored the question about language and pressed on.
The Beaked Eagle gurgled twice and slightly raised its "crowned" head.
"What my name is is none of your business."
Heh.
'Now it's playing hard to get.'
