Chen Lin had never seen such an ugly bird. Not only did it lack a single feather, but its entire body was covered in large fleshy tumors, each densely studded with smaller tumors. The sight was deeply unsettling.
Its beak was wrinkled as well, and its eyes were different sizes-one triangular, the other irregularly shaped-with no luster whatsoever.
Most unbearable of all, it kept preening and posing, making one seductive gesture after another.
Yet this revolting spectacle inexplicably stirred a sense of appreciation in him, even desire, as though what stood before him was not an ugly bird, but a breathtaking beauty.
As he watched, Chen Lin's Golden Soul Power suddenly activated on its own, and those abnormal emotions vanished instantly.
He was secretly startled. This creature actually possessed an ability that assaulted the divine soul, and it was so subtle that even he had failed to notice it, leaving his Golden Soul Power to counter it automatically.
He glanced at the ugly bird but did not retaliate, instead heading into the tavern.
He had not truly come here to drink, but to ask someone for help, so he needed to adopt a humble attitude.
Beyond the entrance was a short corridor. After passing through it, he entered a spacious hall, where a look around revealed no private rooms or other secluded spaces.
This went very much against the habits of cultivators, leaving Chen Lin somewhat surprised.
More than a dozen sets of tables and chairs stood in the hall. Five tables were already occupied, while the rest remained empty.
Seeing that no one came to greet him, he chose an empty seat at random and sat down, examining the tavern.
His first discovery was that some sort of restrictive formation existed here. His divine sense could not leave his