Another Patriarch of the Feng Tribe had returned, and there was one more far in the Outer Void, temporarily out of contact.
But even with an additional Demon Emperor, it wouldn't help the current predicament of the Feng Tribe.
Yu Xian sat in a treehouse characteristic of the Feng Tribe, savoring their most high-grade spirit tea, the Caiyun Tea, said to grow within the clouds, intangible and insubstantial, harvestable only by those of the Feng Tribe bloodline with special abilities, a true rarity.
By his side was the freshly rejuvenated Qinghuang, her complexion noticeably more radiant.
This was the first time Qinghuang had been close to Yu Xian since regaining her memory, yet she felt not the slightest estrangement.
Perhaps it was due to the countless rendezvous they had shared in dreams.
Yu Xian wasn't too interested in revisiting old grounds, but seeing the once proud and independent little Phoenix submit and act demure before him satisfied him immensely.
