1435 Are You Little Wu Or Qingwu?

Boundless spiritual energy spread out in all directions like tidal waves. All the birds that had come to pay homage felt as if their fatigue from their long and tiring journeys had been swept clean in this instant. Every one of them was full of vigor and energy. Even their feathers seemed to have become a lot more vibrant…

Chu Yang and the others, the few 'abnormal birds', also felt reinvigorated at once.

A soft cry rang out. Dong Wushang, Mo Lei'er and Mo Qingwu who had already gotten up and released their cultivation looked over in surprise to see Rui Butong, whose face was flushed red and his neck swollen, trying desperately to suppress something.

On his forehead, a little bump gradually started to bulge from under the surface of his skin.

In a mere instant, a bump extended from his forehead, just like a unicorn.

Rui Butong moaned in agony, a look of hopelessness in his eyes.