The Xuan Bird, still filled with lingering anger, felt a sudden wave of drowsiness when the fragrance of Wind Breath Grass drifted to its side.
(Where's Cao Duozhi)
Struggling to be alert, the Xuan Bird looked around.
The hurricane had ceased, leaving the pitiful Heir Yang barely alive, with a swollen and bruised face and his bones shattered all over, almost naked—his condition was as dreadful as could be.
However, only Heir Yang was found, with no sight of the detestable "Cao Duozhi."
(Damn it, did it escape again?)
Just as the Xuan Bird was about to rise and search for Xin Lin's whereabouts,
before it could flap its wings, its vast body swayed and, with a loud crash, the Xuan Bird collapsed onto the ground.
A rustling noise followed.
Xin Lin poked her head out from the dense grass.
She sighed in relief and walked up to "Yang Shibing."
"Heir Yang, Heir Yang, thank you so much for being my 'meat shield'."
