Meng Qi gritted his teeth as he glared at the little bird and listened to its grating voice. After a long while, he finally turned around and slowly walked back to the "door" of Cold Turtle's cell, where he sat cross-legged and resumed his cultivation.
This time, however, Meng Qi tore off two strips of his robe and stuffed them into his ears.
"Naive! You think that'll stop you from hearing me?"
"Where was I? My great-great-great-grandfather? Speaking of my great-great-great-grandfather, I'd have to start with my great-great-great-great-grandfather..."
Meng Qi took a deep breath and told himself, It's mute. It's mute!
Under the dual assault of the cold and the noise, Meng Qi almost failed to last five hours. He barely made it through, his face pale and his whole body trembling.
"Ooh, the cold has seeped into your body. If you don't warm up soon, you'll be bedridden for ages." Chuiyizi had not stopped talking once since he arrived.
Meng Qi struggled to shuffle outside and said hoarsely, "You don't talk like a demon..."
He planned to lure the little pest to the cell, tie it up, and gag it once and for all. Meng Qi had noticed that the bird wasn't very powerful; it hadn't even set off the Swastika Symbol.
"Of course! As a Kunpeng, I have to be learned and brilliant, with talent that reaches heaven and earth!" the little bird shamelessly declared. "How could a foolish human like you understand my grand aspirations? How would a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?"
"I'm the swan..." Fire Cuckoo cut in, disdainfully shuffling farther inside.
"Is that so? What grand aspirations do you have?" Meng Qi asked in a gentle voice.
Chuiyizi suddenly burst into laughter. "You're just trying to sweet-talk me so you can gag