After the golden liquid hardened and formed a cocoon, in that instant, Lin Feng's mind was filled with some wondrous information, and he could actually feel a sense of kinship from the Gold Silkworm Gu.
At the same time, within a dark corner of the night, a silhouette propped itself against a tree trunk, gasping for breath. Suddenly, a pain struck its chest and a mouthful of fresh blood was sprayed out, adding a shade of grey to an already pale face.
"You scoundrel, robbing me of my Golden Silkworm and my secret technique, this is a feud to the death between us, never to be reconciled!" the figure swore venomously.
Lin Feng, of course, was unaware that he had inadvertently made another enemy, and he had no time to care about that because the cocoon began to tremble, then a bug bit through the cocoon and slowly crawled out.
The bug gave a slight shiver and a pair of golden wings unfolded, adorned with mysterious patterns.
