Feng Qing'an carefully inspected the petite firebird which was even smaller than Youyou in its smallest form. Its feathers were vividly red like fire, or rather, it was made of fire itself.
Due to its wings that vastly differed from normal avian species, Feng Qing'an had been gazing at the firebird for quite some time. At first glance, he thought it resembled a pigeon, only to suddenly feel it was more crow-like before deciding it was somewhere in between the two.
However, Feng Qing'an quickly realized this creature was not a normal spirit. Its birth method was unusual in itself; there was no need to harp on its appearance as long as he found it pleasing.
Coo coo!
Seemingly bored of gazing at Feng Qing'an, the petite firebird flapped its wings and took flight. Feng Qing'an instinctively reached out, trying to grab it into his hands.
This was the bird he had painstakingly nurtured for several months, pouring in soul power day and night – he hadn't yet figured it out.
