Zi Xiao was desperate to rush over and kill the native at once. How can this be? To make his sister, the saintess of a high-ranked planet, sing "I'm a little, little bird"!
His face was burning because their race was descended from a type of divine bird. In the end, she sang, "I'm a little, little bird" in an ethereal and melodiously voice.
The crowd in the vicinity was astonished. That native sure was truly capable of stirring things up; he even went and did something like this. They looked towards Zi Xiao with sympathy.
"I'm going to kill him!" yelled Zi Xiao.
On the other hand, those on the origin beast platform were electrified, each and every one of them screaming and howling. They were bidding like crazy, eager to buy the sweet-voiced saintess Zi Luan.
"I am willing to take out four ancient volumes on theories and another three volumes of ancient experts' handwritten notes!"
