After only a quarter of an hour of flight, the rising sun climbed into the sky, its red light shining brightly.
Ji Kun suddenly landed atop a mountain. It refused to fly any farther.
Li Qingyuan asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Ji Kun pointed at the crest of its head, then at the feathers on either side of its fleshy comb. It clucked repeatedly, its wings as nimble as human hands as they gestured without pause.
"Oh." Li Qingyuan suddenly understood. "You mean your hairstyle?"
"Uh..." Li Qingyuan was speechless. "I only said that offhand back then. I didn't expect you to remember it."
Ji Kun's eyes flew wide open as it stared straight at Li Qingyuan. Its chicken eyes burned red, its feathers standing on end in fury, as though it were saying—You truly deserve to die! You never once took my hairstyle to heart!
Boom!
Ji Kun's feathers exploded outward, demonic power spreading through the air.
Li Qingyuan hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, alright! It was my carelessness. I'll do it for you. I'll do it right away."
"Cluck cluck cluck~" Ji Kun cried, looking utterly unconvinced.
"I'm not brushing you off. How am I brushing you off? I'll do it right now." Li Qingyuan took out a pair of scissors, a First-grade Top-grade Magic Tool he had casually refined when improving his Artifact Refining Technique.
On the mountaintop, Li Qingyuan said, "Don't move. Stand still, stand still."
A quarter of an hour later, Li Qingyuan put away the scissors. With both hands, he pulled off the cloth around Ji Kun's neck and the scattered chicken feathers, then took out a mirror and handed it over. "Take a look."
"Are you satisfied?"
Ji Kun accepted the mirror and looked into it. Its eyes instantly lit up, delight