On the way back, Ji Ruo picked up a feather that the Wind God Falcon had shed.
The feather was slightly green and slightly transparent.
It looked soft, but it was actually extremely hard and sharp. Holding it in his hand was like holding a breeze.
The feather was about 1.6 meters long and four palms wide.
It was extremely heavy in his hands. Ji Ruo weighed it in his hands. Just one feather alone could weigh dozens of kilograms.
"It's quite heavy."
Ji Ruo held the feather as if he was holding a sword. The feather was so hard that it made a clanging sound when it hit the ground. The tip of the feather did not bend at all.
