Whoosh!
A rabbit soared to the mountaintop...
Thud, thud!
Two muffled sounds: one was the rabbit face-planting on the ground, the other the sound of some bird landing—no one knew what kind it was!
The bird wasn't very big, its body completely white and featherless—in fact, it was a cleaned, ready-to-cook plucked bird!
Qin Shou subconsciously thought of the White Tiger. If that was the White Tiger, then this... couldn't be a Phoenix or a Vermilion Bird, could it?
However, Qin Shou knew that women were fierce, incredibly badass—they could catch anything, so nothing was really a surprise.
Therefore, he didn't bother to ask. Pulling out the Eight Trigrams Furnace, he said, "Time to get to work!"
"Alright! No problem!" The Eight Trigrams Furnace was extraordinarily proactive this time, even a bit smug.
Qin Shou was taken aback and asked, "Have you been secretly eating the ash inside the furnace?"
The Eight Trigrams Furnace was perplexed, "What do you mean?"
