After the myna bird flew out of Little Crane's mouth, he immediately spotted Li Qingyao and the Chaos Holy Lord.
"Whoa, Yue Canglan, who's this lovely lady?"
The myna bird stared at Li Qingyao, his eyes lighting up like a lecher who had spotted a beauty.
Li Qingyao had not expected the friend Fang Chen summoned to be a myna bird.
Seeing the look on the myna bird's face, Fang Chen immediately said to Li Qingyao and the Chaos Holy Lord, "Senior Qingyao, Senior Canglan, this is my friend. His name is Huahua!"
After introducing the myna bird to them, Fang Chen said to him, "This is Senior Li Qingyao, the Holy Lord of the Yaochi Holy Land!"
"Oh, so you're the famous Yaochi Holy Lord! Meeting you today, I see your reputation is well deserved. You're an absolute beauty!"
The myna bird began showering Li Qingyao with praise. Then he clasped his wings together and gave her a slight bow. "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Qingyao!"
Li Qingyao returned the bow and said, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Huahua!"
The myna bird looked at Li Qingyao. "You can call me Fellow Flower Daoist!"
Li Qingyao nodded to him. "All right, Fellow Flower Daoist!"
The myna bird turned to Fang Chen. "Fang Chen, why did you call me out?"
Fang Chen said, "Huahua, Fellow Daoist Li Qingyao and Fellow Daoist Canglan say I might be an old acquaintance they met over ten thousand years ago. When I first saw them, they seemed familiar to me too, but I can't remember anything about them. Senior Li Qingyao and Senior Yue Canglan say I may have lost my memory. Do you think that's possible?"
The myna bird paused, stroked his chin with a wing, and rolled his eyes in thought. "Put that way, it's entirely possible!"