Time's Imprint

The silver-white Nine-tailed Demon Fox paced gracefully through the air before lightly landing in the open space at the center of the abandoned camp. White Cut and Salt Baked landed beside Huli right behind her.

The two vividly colored "celestial birds" cocked their heads, their four pitch-black eyes each staring in a different direction and swiveling around wildly.

In all fairness, the two battle chickens looked increasingly ridiculous these days. One flap of their wings produced enough visual pollution to rival the blinding effects of certain overpowered promotional games and great angelic swords. Yet whether there was something wrong with the feed Huli gave them or their bones were simply extraordinary, everything else about them had evolved except those two pairs of crossed eyes. From a distance, it was hard to tell, but up close, their eyes looked as if they and their bodies belonged on entirely different layers.

Yu Sheng was just preparing to jump down from Huli's back when he noticed White Cut and Salt Baked's gazes. He could not hold back and instinctively blurted, "What are you two staring at?"

White Cut and Salt Baked turned their heads together, their four eyes once again looking in four different directions. In any case, none of them landed on Yu Sheng. One of them then flapped its wings. "Cluck?"

Huli lay down on the ground and used her tail to shield Yu Sheng as he climbed down from her back. She also turned around and explained, "White Cut says they're standing guard."

Yu Sheng chuckled. "Now you're pretending you can't speak human language again? I clearly heard the two of you talk last time..."

White Cut and Salt Baked turned away together, pretending they had not heard him.

Yu Sheng did not mind. After climbing down from Huli's back,