"Across a high ridge, the phoenix cries. Beneath the morning sun, the parasol trees grow!"
This was how the phoenix had been described in ancient times.
Qin Lin stared at the two mature Mutated Birds in their nest, astonishment on his face.
He'd been wondering for a while how birds that looked like those Mutated Birds could be such excellent ornamental animals—and why their numbers were restricted.
But he'd never imagined that once they matured, they would look so much like the phoenixes from his country's legends. The two birds even differed in appearance. They seemed to be male and female. Had the game arranged one feng and one huang for him?
With those dazzling multicolored feathers and fiery red tail feathers that looked like flames, anyone who called them Mutated Birds instead of phoenixes had to have something wrong with their head.
After all, these Mutated Birds also liked perching in parasol trees, just like phoenixes.
No, they were phoenixes.
Damn, had these two Mutated Birds been pretending to be weak until they grew up? Even the ugly duckling hadn't changed this much.
But the moment Qin Lin saw what the two birds looked like, his face lit up with delight.
They were phoenixes! Even if they'd really been Mutated Birds... no. From this day on, they were phoenixes.
In his country, the phoenix was a legendary creature nearly on par with the dragon.
According to legend, in ancient times the phoenix had ruled the skies, the dragon had ruled the waters, and the qilin had ruled the land.
Now he'd raised these Mutated Birds... no, phoenixes. It was truly an honor.
He wondered if Story of Seasons had any creatures like dragons and qilins.
If it did, things would get really interesting.
Qin Lin immediately locked the office