After questioning the last Spirit Beast, Feng Yuan sat on the couch in the lounge, stroking Xiao Ji's feathers. Perhaps sensing that Feng Yuan was not intentionally trying to do anything, Xiao Ji calmly tucked its claws and lay on his lap, its tail feathers slightly moving, and turned to observe Feng Yuan.
"It seems that the White Mist Egg is closely related to the frequently appearing foggy days. But what exactly is the situation? According to their oral accounts, there hasn't been any sign of the Mist Flood Dragon clan coming to Chidu City in the past six months. So, how did it end up here?"
Watching the quiet White Mist Egg on the table, Agunas flicked its tail and spoke, stealing a glance at Pomiti, who was turned around by Kong Qing's tail. It too noticed the difference between the White Mist Egg and the confused Pomiti.
