The parrot wailed inwardly but it didn't dare to continue cursing. Instead, it cried and begged.
"Martial Uncle, I really can't do it anymore. I can't continue. Please spare me…"
Xu Qing glanced at the parrot.
"Martial Uncle, I, I… I relied on the feathers on my body to teleport. I'm still young and haven't gotten married. Look, I don't have many feathers on me. The other birds will laugh at me when they see me."
The parrot cried. It wasn't lying about this. It did rely on its feathers for teleportation, and in the past, it had always been very proud of its colorful feathers.
Occasionally encountering other birds, it would feel a sense of superiority, looking down on those oddities with mixed feathers.
From what it knew, it was the most beautiful bird in the world.
But now… as it looked at its bare body, grief and indignation filled its mind.
