232 The Plan

Inside the Painting of the Nine Immortals.

Feng Qing Ming stood in an exceptionally heavenly stance.

Ling Xian saluted him with a smile. "You must know why I am here."

"Certainly," Feng Qing Ming grinned lightly. "That phoenix… I was the one who dragged its soul into the Painting of the Nine Immortals."

Hearing this, the rock that was stuck in Ling Xian’s heart finally dropped. He feared that the phoenix entered the painting through brute force. Now that Feng Qing Ming confirmed that he was the one who dragged it in, naturally Ling Xian felt more at ease.

However, he was still curious as to why Feng Qing Ming would want the phoenix inside the Painting of the Nine Immortals.

Realizing Ling Xian’s curiosity, Feng Qing Ming smiled kindly and said, "There really isn’t that much to be curious about. Blood of the phoenix is very precious, and they are very rare beasts. To have it just die like that is a little pitiful."