The Peacock folded its wings, gazing at Guardhouse as it tumbled again and again amidst the colorful flames.
The place where Su He had started the fire was the same spot she had awakened to see Baiyin roasting Guardhouse all those millennia ago. Countless years had passed, and the river channels changed several times, but Su He could still recognize the place.
Cultivators and Divine God Beasts identify places by their energy.
Su He watched the flames, and it seemed as if she could hear Baiyin's cheerful and unrestrained voice in her ears.
The fox watched from afar, looking at the Peacock roasting a Brocade Chicken, and felt an odd sense of strangeness. They were both birds, so why the need for such mutual destruction?
And this chicken, it wasn't even gutted—was it being roasted with its innards, feces and all?
Ji Feixue glanced at him, appearing indifferent, and softly asked, "Is she a woman?"
