Freedom of the Feathered Folk

A deathly silence fell over the entire scene.

Enormous sorrow, terror, and confusion enveloped the hearts of all the feathered folk.

Zhou Zhong was already the only Gu Immortal remaining among the feathered folk. If even he was gone, if he became a slave of the human race, how could this remaining group of feathered folk survive?

In the current Five Regions, the entire world basically belonged to humanity.

The living space left to the Otherworldly Races was tiny, terribly tiny, and it would only grow smaller and smaller.

Zhou Zhong's mouth, which had fallen open in shock, gradually closed. He looked up at Fang Yuan as though looking at a monster and asked, "That immortal zombie appearance of yours is fake, right? How could an immortal zombie be so good at scheming?"

Fang Yuan was slightly stunned. He had not expected Zhou Zhong to suddenly calm down.

Fang Yuan immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Tai Bai Yun Sheng, beside him, said pityingly, "Give up, Zhou Zhong. Although you have become a slave, I promise I will not mistreat you. Normally, I will not restrict your freedom either. Only at critical moments will I ask you to contribute. The feathered folk behind you can live in my Blessed Land from now on. Rest assured, I will never treat them harshly or abuse them. For every task they do, I will give them corresponding compensation. Sigh..."

After Tai Bai Yun Sheng finished speaking, he let out a deep sigh. His good-natured disposition was acting up somewhat.

Yet Zhou Zhong slowly shook his head three times.

The smile on Fang Yuan's lips vanished, and his expression turned solemn.

Then he saw Gu Immortal Zhou Zhong suddenly turn around to face the great crowd of feathered folk behind him. He bowed deeply.