Returning home.
Feng Yin picked up the small creature, letting it curl up in his arms while absorbing spirit energy, and began cultivating the Spiritual Transformation Technique.
The spirit energy whirled again.
He cultivated until late into the night before finally taking a break. His injuries had healed rapidly, his sword wounds had scabbed over, and he could move without any hindrance.
Feng Ying, on the other hand, had fallen asleep after being nourished by a large amount of spirit energy.
Such a well-behaved little puffball.
Making faint breathing sounds.
"You don't even snore." Feng Yin looked at the sleeping Feng Ying, suppressing the urge to stroke her.
Don't wake her.
Feng Yin quietly got up and fetched a small basket. Inside were two baby Cloud Piercing Eagles and Sky Splitting Falcons, no bigger than newly hatched chicks.
The little creatures were so bald and ugly without a single feather on their bodies.
