Chen Zhenglong stood by Luo Feng's side, watching the movements of the Split-eyed Demon Spider. From time to time, he glanced back in the direction Shao Zifeng had left, worrying silently.
They had been walking for almost ten minutes, and there had been no movement from Yang Qian's end, nor any sign of where Zifeng had run off to.
"Coo"
In the darkness, the sound of flapping wings carried through as a pigeon-like pet beast with a body about thirty centimeters in size, completely snowy white with two long red feathers drooping over pitch-black eyes, gently landed on Chen Zhenglong's raised arm.
"Blood Feather, didn't I ask you to help Zifeng? Why have you come back?" Chen Zhenglong chastised, somewhat displeased.
This was Chen Zhenglong's initial pet, the Cloud Pigeon. When he was younger, he believed his pigeon was different from others, a brave and combative one, thus he had named it so.
