Not only did adolescents have matters on their minds, but also adolescent birds. They had matters on their minds, feeling distraught yet happy.
An adolescent bird's worries were like, 'Autumn has chilled the painted screen in silver moonlight; A silken fan is used to catch flitting fireflies.'
That small silken fan was interesting, but the fireflies were indeed for a short span of February. It was unknown whether the headwind could understand that.
Lin Yuan tidied up the resource output in the Spirit Lock spatial zone for the past month and the gains from his adventure. He knew what he should do next.
At that moment, he heard a knock on the door. He was a little curious. Who would knock at this hour?
After opening the door, he found that it was the Mother of Bloodbath in human form standing at the door. Its hair had become black, and it was wearing a vermillion robe outside its red-crystal-like leather armor.