Ling'er's figure was no longer visible.
The phantom of the fire phoenix was curling up into a ball, and its wings were enveloping Ling'er.
Zhou Shu's expression was solemn. He was not ignorant, so he could naturally tell that Ling'er was in the process of transforming. This process might or might not be dangerous.
If she could pass it safely, she would definitely be reborn.
But Zhou Shu didn't know what this meant to the ancient races.
"Fire Phoenix True Spirit, I didn't expect to see it one day!" Feng Wu muttered.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Shu turn around. He immediately wished he could slap himself. Why can't I remember? Why am I so talkative?!
Whether she's a true spirit or not has nothing to do with me.
"Lord, I'll shut up. I'll shut up now!" Feng Wu smiled awkwardly and covered his mouth.
