"Damn Blackbird!"
"Wouldn't it have been better to come back earlier and take the punishment?"
"You would just lose a bird life, but me, I was the one punished!"
"Moreover, Green Lord failed to become a disciple of Phoenix Ancestor!"
"He lost his chance to become the king!"
"Hmph, even if you come back alive, I'll make sure you watch your own people die one by one in front of you!"
Nowadays, after completing her tasks, Crimson Plume would pass by the place where the spatial passage appeared, checking if Lord Yan had returned—
If he had, she would immediately report it!
Phoenix Ancestor, who would then regain his "punishment target", might spare her after venting his anger!
But every day, the result she got was disappointment.
Until this day, Crimson Plume had no more hope. After cleaning up the feces from the Ancient Avian Garden, her body emitted a poisonous stench. She numbly habitually passed by here, took a casual glance, and prepared to return to her tree.