"You are my little apple. No matter how much I love you, I can't get enough of you."
At the back of the mountain of the Sect of Returning Hearts, Jiang Beiran buried the seeds of peacock grass in the newly obtained training ground.
Just as he was about to sprinkle some more black scale powder on the ground, a small black shadow suddenly flew towards him at an extremely fast speed.
Jiang Beiran turned his head and took a look. He extended an index finger and stopped in front of his chest.
In the blink of an eye, a silver-gray Ying Feng Bird appeared and stopped on his index finger.
He skillfully pulled out a rolled-up piece of paper from the Ying Feng Bird's feathers. Jiang Beiran pulled it open and found that it was sent by Wu Qingce.
[ The birch forest's mystic beasts have reached three. ]
"Hmm, I think it's about time."
"Giao ~ Giao ~"
