"Cirrrrrrrrrrrrrr~"
The sky was blue, underneath which some residual, weak, black air swirls appeared faintly. These small black air swirls were just chaotic air flows formed, like the remnants of a destroyed house.
The Wind-binding Spirit was flying in this vast blue sky, struggling to find its kin, calling other wind elements with its unique voice, but there was only its own voice echoing under the blue sky...
"Cirrrrrrrrr~ The Wind-binding Spirit didn't give up. It lingered around the whole blue sky, not missing any place where wind element kin might hide.
The calling sound of the Wind-binding Spirit gradually became sad. It had lingered around the whole blue sky but hadn't found any kin, nor any intact Wind Nest.
This wind tribe, evidently, had been destroyed!
Pieces of memory drifted into Chu Mu's mind, causing ripples in his heart.
