The disappearance of the Silver Fireflora made the four of them stop.
"Is this… a feather?"
Long San looked at the ground. A few white feathers were especially eye-catching.
On the soil, several white feathers seemed to be mocking him.
"Celestial Feather race!"
Kun Ming said with anger in his eyes.
It was the feather on the back of the Celestial Feather race.
However, before Kun Ming could send anyone to search for the Celestial Feather race, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Long San, we have the Silver Fireflora. Let's go!"
A figure with a pair of white wings on his back appeared at the top of the canyon, holding a branch of the Silver Fireflora in his hand.
He waved at Long San.
Seeing this scene, Long San was instinctively delighted. In the next second, he looked at the other three with vigilance.
"Damn the Celestial Feather race, they set me up!"
Long San instantly reacted and roared.
