"Is the little red bird about to hatch?" Han Sen thought in surprise.
But as he watched, the color gradually drained from Han Sen's face. The substance chains connected to the bird's nest started to pull back into the egg, and the nest began to fall apart piece by piece.
Pieces of dry grass fell away from the nest, turning to dust in midair. Before they reached the ground, they had dissolved into nothing.
"Oh no... Is this little guy going to drain all the power out of the nest?" Han Sen reached out to save the nest, but when his hand touched the red flame, his body aged and withered. Within a second, he was so old that he looked to be on the verge of death.
Han Sen jerked his hand back. When his hand was no longer close to the red flame, his body returned to normal. He didn't look old anymore.
The sight of the disintegrating bird's nest made Han Sen's heart bleed.
