"How…" Han Yu whispered.
Chitterfang tilted its head, whiskerless snout twitching.
Squeak?
Han Yu stared at the rat with genuine confusion.
Blood Qi was not something one casually picked up. Even within the Blood Sect, disciples had to deliberately cultivate blood based techniques or live long enough near high density blood environments to absorb it.
He had seen what that did to beasts.
The creatures around the Blood Sect were often twisted, aggressive, and unstable. Their mutations were violent and ugly.
Chitterfang, on the other hand, looked… healthier. Stronger. Other than the lack of fur, it did not seem deranged or bloodthirsty.
"Do you feel strange?" Han Yu asked.
Chitterfang considered the question seriously, tiny paws resting on Han Yu's robe.
"Hungry," he replied.
Han Yu sighed in relief.
"Ah. That makes sense."
