The black feather that should have been resting in some corner of the rooftop was startled awake.
Thus, the black feathered creature.
Rapidly fluttered its wings and landed with precise accuracy on Luo Changfeng's shoulder.
The black feather cocked its head.
Its eyes, which seemed to have their own independent thoughts.
Now silently observed the somewhat strange emaciated old monk before it.
After a short while,
The black feather casually cried out towards the old monk.
[Ah...]
"Good, be quiet..."
Luo Changfeng petted the head of the black feather on his shoulder.
Then he set down the teacup in his hand.
And once again focused his gaze on the emaciated old monk.
"Tsk, what a pity..."
After some time,
Luo Changfeng couldn't help but purse his lips and mutter softly.
Actually, the old monk in front of him was quite strong.
Even though, after summoning the phantom of the White Brahma Lotus,
