The Iron Wing Goose gave a sweeping gesture with his large wing and scolded the bewildered Bat Wing Demon:
"From today onward, you are one of my personal guards!"
"However... A mere Mud-cast fetus, is truly not impressive to me. You at least need to reach the level of Rainbow Light to be of any use, don't you think?"
The Goose Immortal didn't care whether the Bat Wing Demon could understand, he just kept urging:
"Practice hard! For the Holy Nest — don't slack off!"
"I will be watching you every day. If you dare to slack off, be prepared to face punishment!"
"Hehehe..."
The baffled Bat Wing Demon was completely unaware of the trap it had fallen into.
Years later, when it recalled this experience, it vaguely remembered that the pitch-black iron wings were ice-cold and that it hurt quite a lot when they whipped its body.
"Perhaps... There's an even more suitable option..."
Ye Hanjun's expression changed slightly as he thought of Su Mei.
