Beicheng Continent.
Qin Li and Wei Minglan dealt with the affairs of the Dragon Emperor Country and quickly returned.
In the garden, Qin Kuo sat in a wheelchair, his complexion unnaturally pale, like that of someone who hadn't seen the sun for a long time, entirely sickly.
Birds surrounded him, foraging in the bushes and on branches, their chirping and cooing filling the cold garden with liveliness.
Qin Kuo poured out half a bag of feed and placed it in his palm, reaching out to offer it.
Pigeons and unidentified birds nearby gradually gathered around him, and some, bolder than the others, started pecking at the feed in his hand.
A breeze gently blew by and suddenly, feathers from a pigeon slowly drifted from its body, floating in the air.
Qin Kuo reached out to catch the feather but it floated away, eluding his grasp.
He then extended his hand to gently stroke the pigeon that continued to peck, but the wary bird felt his touch and instinctively jumped away, missing his palm.
