"So what?" Beiting Huang sneered with ridicule, "Even if it doesn't belong to me, if I want to use it against you, you're still afraid! You've tried to take my life several times, and I haven't forgotten that debt."
The Blue Bird neither agreed nor disagreed, merely shrugging its shoulders. With a flap of its wings, it adopted an air of indifference. Beiting Huang felt a rush of irritation but had to admit that there was nothing she could do about him at the moment.
This creature, with its hook-like beak and body covered in black feathers as if forged from iron, glinted with an icy shine. Perched on a rock with its three-toed feet, it had talons like withered vines and claws like scimitars, cold and sharp. With a casual step to the side, it could easily gouge a hole in the rock.
