Following the aura of the Spiritual Fire Void.
The black feathers that had been slumbering at a high point within the small courtyard were already awake.
And it fluttered its wings, landing precisely on Luo Changfeng's shoulder.
A pair of purple-golden eyes quietly stared at the pitch-black flame.
About a moment later.
It slightly cocked its head to the side.
Those eyes, clear yet foolish, made it impossible for anyone to decipher what the black feather was thinking at that moment.
"Half a year has passed, and you've grown too?"
"Your cultivation has already advanced to the point of rivaling a practitioner in the Initial Realm of the fourth great boundary within the Five Realms of Mortality?"
"Not bad, not bad..."
"Keep it up."
Luo Changfeng nodded in satisfaction, then reached out to pet the little head of the black feather.
While enjoying its master's caress, the black feather also slightly squinted its eyes.