"You refuse?"
Looking at the peacock that had stepped back in front of him, a playful smile appeared on Feng Qing'an's face. Clearly, this was a peacock with its own ideas.
Because, the righteousness left by his elder brother only enveloped the courtyard. If this peacock wanted to become a demon, it only needed to fly out of the yard, and obviously, it had already had this ability.
But this peacock never left the yard from beginning to end, always playing dumb in the yard, preferring to be a peacock that could be slaughtered at any time rather than leaving.
"Well then, stay here!"
Feng Qing'an didn't force the peacock and didn't insist on taking it out of the yard. Since it had its own dreams and aspirations, he would let it stay here. Feng Qing'an was also curious about what this peacock, whose potential keeps increasing under the suppression of righteousness, will eventually become.
