Lu Changsheng looked at the feather that was burning with the Nirvana of Fire.
There was a familiar aura.
The little bird's?
Seeing this, Lu Changsheng suddenly had a bad feeling.
It couldn't be… However, he could only brace himself and walk forward.
He picked up the feather.
The moment Lu Changsheng's finger touched the feather…
A message was sent to him.
It gave a simple description.
Need help!
Lu Changsheng's eyes twitched.
I! Knew! It!
At this moment, the willow tree also said, "The little bird is very proud. It wouldn't ask for help easily even if there's some danger, not even yours. Now that there's a message, I think something that the little bird can't resolve with its current strength has appeared."