"Is that so? What a pity."
Lin Qingluo understood and silently shed a tear of sympathy for her predecessors.
"Since they couldn't cultivate to success and ascend with their feathers, they naturally turned into dust, vanishing into the long river of history, with its changing days and nights, and ever-changing winds and clouds."
Little Kingfisher shared the same sentiment, fluttering its little wings and landing on its master's shoulder, curiously staring at the Stele spirit.
The Stele spirit stood tall, looking straight ahead, its clear eyes landing on the red Little Kingfisher, giving a barely noticeable flicker.
It seemed that his choice this time was not wrong.
The new master's cute pet was a rare Fire Phoenix in the world.
Heavenly Venerable's dying wish might be fulfilled.
"Toot, toot."
Another knock on the door sounded, the visitor very politely knocked twice, waiting outside the door.