Han Sen was taken aback at the sight of the black-flame phoenix soaring across the horizon. Its speed was incredible, and it disappeared from sight within the blink of an eye.
A heat wave descended from the sky and almost cooked Han Sen's body hair.
Fortunately, the phoenix did not seem to be interested in them. It simply flew on its own accord and disappeared. That being said, it seemed to be going in the direction Han Sen had selected for his own journey.
"Why don't we switch course and choose a different direction to go in? Ill fortune is the only thing that can come from a close-encounter with such a creature," Zhou Yumei suggested with worry.
Before they caught sight of the bird, Zhou Yumei noticed her Little Orange was a little on edge.
Han Sen shook his head, however. "We have to go this way."
