A few tiny cracks that were hard to detect with the naked eye climbed up and fell on the surface of the red crystal on the ground.
However, no matter how subtle it was, it was still a crack.
Liao Zixuan, who had witnessed the whole process, opened his mouth wide. He rubbed his eyes with his paws in disbelief.
After that, Xinyan and the nestling that landed on his head immediately followed suit and opened their beaks wide, wanting to rub their eyes with their little wings.
Unfortunately, Xinyan was only halfway done when a strong gust of wind almost blew her away.
This made the little nestling quickly put down its wings, its claws tightly grasping the fur on Liao Zixuan's head like a trench. After burying its body, it dared to reveal its two small eyes in panic, looking at the red crystal on the ground in front of it that was faintly beginning to riot.
