"You old bastard—"
Familiar cursing rang out, shattering the lofty image of the divine bird in an instant.
The Golden Simurgh had never been threatened with an Assist Soldier Spell before; this was a first.
Angrily stepping out of the Yin Yang Realm, it hadn't yet had time to lash out when it forcibly swallowed the remaining profanities.
For no other reason than the fact that the person wielding the spell was someone it couldn't defeat.
"Golden Simurgh, I need you to deliver a message..."
The Golden Chicken grumbled but did not dare to refuse.
It's said that when you take someone's food, you lose your edge; when you accept their coin, your hands are tied, and now it even wants to pluck the feathers of the person cursing it, so it pretended to be confused.
Once Xu Qing had finished delivering all the instructions, the Golden Simurgh finally couldn't help but say something to him before leaving.
