The Peng Bird was a tamed Demon Bird. Although it had a Sixth-Grade bloodline, it had long since lost its former demonic nature.
It had instead become an ordinary bird.
But its body was massive, with a wingspan of over a hundred feet. It could carry a thousand pounds into the sky, making it an excellent transport vehicle.
"WHOOSH…"
Its giant wings stirred up a fierce wind.
A single flap of its wings covered a great distance, the scattered lights of fishing boats on the sea below flashing past in an instant.
On the Peng Bird's back was a large woven bamboo basket. Right now, the basket held not cargo, but six people.
"Boss."
One man began in a low voice:
"Is it really worth coming all this way for something the Young Master said offhandedly a year ago?"
"What do you know?" The man he called 'Boss' had rugged features and replied in a deep voice,
"That man, Zhu, ruined the Young Master's plans back then. He was asking for death. We can't just let him live freely."
