Finally, the sky completely returned to its original clear state, absent of blood and darkness. Both Feng Yin and Feng Ying promptly stopped.
Without even a moment of communication between man and cat, they dashed downwards immediately in search of the scattered Fire Essence.
Those were treasures.
The food source for their knife.
They couldn't afford to lose even a single one!
Feng Yin's eyes flashed like lightning as he quickly picked up each piece of Fire Essence. Halfway through his search, he heard puzzled noises coming from the other side. It was Feng Ying, sounding rather perplexed.
Curious, Feng Yin followed the noise.
He saw a Fire Crow collapsed under a large tree. Feng Ying, with his small paw, was prodding it, trying to figure out why this bird, which still showed signs of life, wasn't moving. What kind of death was this?
