The Phoenix-Attracting Parasol Tree Branch had been given to me by Dragon Eleven. It was a little item modified from the Soul Urn that could temporarily house Xijun. It had been crafted to perfection, and her finger bones were inside. Its meaning came from: "The phoenix cries aloud, upon that lofty ridge. The parasol tree grows there, beneath the rising sun."
Xijun liked the little thing very much. After transforming, she would often take it from my hand and toy with it. Since it was hers to do with as she pleased, I didn't mind.
Wang Yan was a little afraid of Xijun now. After all, Xijun no longer liked playing with her, so she hugged my neck the whole way, occasionally looking at the things before my eyes, then watching Xijun silently study the parasol tree branch.
"Xijun, do you like this thing?" When Dragon Eleven had hurriedly given it to me, even I had been startled. This little section of wood was not even as large as the Soul Urn, but it was truly exquisite. Its surface was golden, the materials lavish, and countless priceless gemstones were inlaid upon it. I'd heard that a single one was worth as much as a small City God's residence. It was truly decadent.
But money couldn't buy everything, after all. The other ghost-immortal coffins, for instance, had also cost a fortune. As the lord of Tianyi City, I had simply chosen to ignore the amount of money involved.
"Mm, I like it. Brother, do you know what this is?" Xijun gently stroked the parasol tree branch, but her beautiful, large eyes remained fixed on me.
"A parasol tree branch, a place for phoenixes to rest." I answered. Douhuan Suihao.
Xijun knitted her brows but didn't reply. Instead, she extended her index