Lin Yun had ridden on the back of birds before, but unlike the last time he rode on a flying chicken, his mood wasn't wonderful then; as a lowly underling, he was about to be given to the Demon Lord as a male pet.
Even in the sky, there was no mood for sightseeing.
Now, it was different. The Purple Crested Vermilion Bird was far more majestic than a flying chicken. The difference between them was like comparing a small electric donkey to a Ferrari. The person he rode with had also changed from a middle-aged man with a greasy complexion to a young princess in flowing white robes. Even if Zhao Lingyu had ulterior motives, her looks were still quite impressive.
Most importantly, Lin Yun was now in a position where the sea allowed the fish to leap at will and the sky let birds fly as they wished; he had three senior sisters, all of whom were powerful backers.
Feeling delighted, Lin Yun looked out over the world and felt a surge of boldness.
