"Alright." Jinsheng watched the little orange-red bird walk away, her gaze almost boring a hole in its back.
The little orange-red bird naturally felt her gaze.
But it still managed to calm its inexplicably flustered heart.
The Floating Island in the shadow was still cool inside the cave, even with the glow of the setting sun.
And in the cave, the only furnishing was a stone bed covered with dry grass, which Jinsheng could sit on.
As soon as Jinsheng sat on the grassy stone bed, she noticed it emitted a warm feeling.
And the texture of the dry grass was exactly the same as the bed Que Zelian had conjured for her using Cloud Sky.
Jinsheng's eyes shifted as she turned her head to look outside the cave.
The little orange-red bird was only about the size of a palm.
And it couldn't fly.
Walking through the piled Red Maple leaves, it was easy for someone to accidentally step on it.
Jinsheng got up and chased after it from the cave, looking around for the little orange-red bird.
