The wooden cabin's door swung open.
From beyond the wooden door, a figure emerged.
The person wore ice-blue robes, with a slender, tall figure. A head of aquamarine hair cascaded down his back, nearly touching the ground.
Upon his shoulder, a small bird was perched.
Looking closer…
Jiang Chen couldn't help but gasp, pointing at the small bird. "The Celestial Burial Divine Bird? What are you doing here?"
That's right!
The bird perched on the shoulder of the figure in ice-blue robes, preening its feathers with its sharp talons, was none other than the Celestial Burial Divine Bird from the Celestial Burial Demon Mausoleum!
'Why is it here?'
'And…'
'The great Celestial Burial Divine Bird, an existence that even the Black Emperor feared, is now standing so docilely on someone else's shoulder like a common pet?'
'What in the world is going on?'
