from the Haottian Alliance, there was no problem. However, if they were from the Wanmo Ridge, a battle was inevitable.When the hordes of Wan Mo Ling saw Lu Ye, a lone cultivator at the eighth level o..."Wow, what a beautiful quail!"

Under the cover of night, Yiyi gazed at the large bird before her. It was plump and its entire body shimmered with a faint red glow, within which flowed a subtle golden thread. The bird let out a piercing cry.

If it wasn't this bird, but the manifestation of a terrestrial leaf spirit's spiritual power, she would have probably held it up in reverence.

Lu Ye's forehead bulged with a blue vein as he corrected, "What do you mean quail This is a fire phoenix. Read it with me, Fire! Phoenix!"

Yiyi stared at him, as if to say, "This is obviously a quail. Don't you think I can't see"ll either. The blood clan, who was almost on the verge of losing consciousness, suddenly opened his eyes wide, trembling violently all over. His eyes were full of shock and disbelief, apparently sensi...