The contrast in Chen Fan's heart was immense. Soaking in the lava pool before him, with only its head poking out, was actually a bird head the size of a rooster's... 😝🍬
There was not a single feather on the bird's head; it was completely bald, exposing its dark-red skin and looking utterly ridiculous. It possessed none of the bearing of a formidable expert he had imagined. The only remotely pleasing thing about it was its beak, streaked blue and black, crystalline and gleaming, seemingly quite sharp.
It floated motionlessly in the lava pool. Its huge eyes took up half its head, rolling as they stared fixedly at Chen Fan.
"You..." Chen Fan opened his mouth, yet did not know what to ask. He had thought the other party possessed a powerful body—at the very least, it would be a powerful Monster Beast. He had never imagined that such a tiny bird would emerge, and with a bald head at that.
"What do you mean, 'you'? Address this old man as Senior." Bald Bird's voice was no longer as ancient and weathered as before. Instead, it had become an odd shrill voice with a childish lilt.
Its huge eyes stared straight at Chen Fan. That ridiculous appearance, paired with its strange voice and lofty old-man manner, made it nearly impossible not to laugh.
Chen Fan could not sense the slightest threat or pressure from it either. He realized that the other party truly had lost all its cultivation. At least for now, not a trace of spiritual energy fluctuated from its body. Perhaps any disciple at the third or fourth level of Qi Refinement could kill it.
"Don't judge this old man by how I look now. A thousand years ago, this old man was an overlord in the Great