And that female turtle was arrogantly holding her head high, completely ignoring him, looking disdainful as if saying, "This lady won't fall for this trick."
This female turtle, of course, was "Ninth Miss."
Further away on the railing, there perched a fiery red Level Four Departure Fire Sparrow, bowing its head to preen a chubby blue and white ball of fluff.
The little fluff still hadn't grown all of its flight feathers and looked plump and round, adorably clueless—clearly a young Primordial Water Heavenly Sparrow that had just hatched not long ago.
It seemed that this Primordial Water Heavenly Sparrow must be the chick hatched from the egg Anye had found.
And the Departure Fire Sparrow, after decades, had also exited its juvenile phase. Except for the short crown feathers behind its head and the lack of a flame-shaped pattern on its forehead, it looked almost like an adult bird.
