As it sensed no threat from Xia Xin, the little bird cautiously alighted on her shoulder.
"Could you deliver a letter for me?" Xia Xin requested, exchanging in-system currency for paper and pen. She quickly jotted down a few lines and handed the paper to the bird, intended for Jing Mo.
"But I have no idea what this man you're talking about looks like," the bird piped up.
Xia Xin offered a rough description of Jing Mo. "That should suffice," she said, lacking any other option—her phone was dead, and she certainly wasn't carrying a photo of Jing Mo around with her. She could only pin her hopes on this petite avian courier.
"You sure you'll be alright alone? You'd best avoid that direction; there are lions there. Approach and they'll tear you to shreds," the bird warned.
'Lions?' A thought flickered across Xia Xin's mind. 'Finding Jing Mo was far from guaranteed; I need a backup plan.'
