"Heh, you're a pretty arrogant one."
Yang Qi looked at the "Boss," a Rose-breasted Parakeet with glossy feathers and a haughty posture. He wasn't particularly angry; in fact, he found it rather amusing.
"Does bullying your own kind, those weaker than you, make you happy? Does it give you a sense of accomplishment?"
Yang Qi continued his questioning.
The "Boss" parakeet turned its head away, showing Yang Qi the back of it, and let out a muffled gurgle from its throat, choosing to ignore him.
Yang Qi wasn't discouraged. He tried a different approach, his tone becoming coaxing. "Tell me why you bully him, and I'll give you something delicious to eat."
As he spoke, with a natural and casual flick of his wrist, he produced several grains of Spirit Rice from his Hundred Pouches Belt. He laid them on his open palm, letting their fresh fragrance drift out and waft around the "Boss's" beak.
The trick worked like a charm.
