Jiang Qingli froze for a moment.
Her mind involuntarily replayed the emergency she had encountered on the day she first arrived here.
The Vermilion Bird, several meters tall, was immense yet graceful. Its crimson feathers gleamed dazzlingly in the sun, its tail feathers swaying like streams of light.
The moment their eyes met, the Vermilion Bird's majestic gaze locked onto its target. It let out a long cry to the heavens as its wings ignited in flames several meters high, whipping up a powerful gale as it dove toward her.
Some time had passed since that encounter, but the Vermilion Bird's formidable Superpower, its frenzied and nihilistic destruction, and the sheer pressure of its size had left a deep impression on Jiang Qingli.
But when he had gently nuzzled her face, he hadn't seemed so fierce.
'He was actually... kind of cute.'
