Qingluan's lair stood in the center of a valley amid icy mountains and snowy fields, forged from frost. At first glance, it looked imposing and magnificent, like a frozen throne.
Unfortunately, there was no greatsword beside it.
"What a pity. You'd just acknowledged a father, too."
Xiang Yuan jumped down from Qingluan's back. Looking at the three-hundred-and-sixty-degree panoramic skylight décor, he thought, A chicken's nature really never changes. With a crook of his finger, he said, "Build an ice house. Make the chair I sit in a little bigger."
Qingluan exhaled in one breath and, following the rough blueprint Xiang Yuan described, made a miniature crystal palace.
The sight made Xiang Yuan incredibly envious. Unfortunately, Qingluan's ability was not the force of heaven and earth, but more like a bloodline divine ability. No matter how jealous he was, he could not learn it.
Inside the crystal palace, Xiang Yuan squatted in the bird's nest with a look of speechless intensity. Seeing Qingluan lying obediently beside him, he finally snapped and punched it.
You called this a chair?
Then again, for a bird, it really was one.
Qingluan took the punch for no reason at all, yet it could not summon even the slightest thought of resistance. It had truly been scared out of its wits.
Whether it was the killing intent of the Blood Sea or the butcher's blade technique that carved oxen apart, both had left indelible shadows in its heart. Even without the oath of serving a master, it would not dare resist Xiang Yuan.
It was only a punch. As long as its master did not eat bird butt, everything was negotiable.
Of course, bird legs and wings were off limits too.
The bird's nest was ice all around. With both hands tucked into his pockets, Xiang