"So far away..."
Atop a vermilion bird with pale red feathers bursting into splendid flames, Liang Yi and the others sat silently. Liu Rouxin, bored to death, casually complained while looking into the distant horizon that seemed endless.
Su Youyi felt a bit helpless seeing Liu Rouxin lying next to her, rolling around restlessly, not knowing what to say.
"Sister Yuqing, the Vermilion Bird's feathers are so soft and warm!"
Liu Rouxin, only after getting tired from rolling around so much, suddenly sat up right and excitedly turned to look at Zhou Yuqing standing in front.
As if hearing Liu Rouxin's compliment, the Vermilion Bird they were sitting on let out an excited chirp.
"These feathers are transformed from the Vermilion Bird's divine fire; they are only so warm to our own," Su Youyi explained with a smile.
"It's the Vermilion Bird's divine fire?"
