At this moment, the Purple Luan Eagle soared into the air once more, its dazzling purple fire feathers like a vast purple blazing sun. Clearly, not only had its injuries recovered, its cultivation had even advanced somewhat.
In the end, the purple light suddenly shrank and flew before Ye Jingcheng.
Like a fire crow, it had lost a little of its majesty and gained a trace of approachability.
"Master." Compared with its earlier reluctance, at this moment, the Purple Luan Eagle had already sensed how extraordinary Ye Jingcheng was.
That mysterious treasure light not only allowed its injuries to heal swiftly, even the wounds to its soul could recover somewhat.
In addition, it discovered that after being nourished by the treasure light, even the speed at which it refined spiritual energy had increased.
In the past, if someone had told it such a thing was possible, it naturally would not have believed them.
Moreover, it had also seen Ye Jingcheng refine pills, and knew that Ye Jingcheng was a genius alchemist, which changed its attitude even further.
After a person had decided there was no chance, they would naturally find excuses for themselves. A spirit beast with intelligence as high as the Purple Luan Eagle's, after knowing there was no hope of undoing the Soul Pact, naturally showed this kind of tendency as well.
"I've already fully recovered. I can go refine that Purple Extreme Profound Spirit Flame at any time," the Purple Luan Eagle then said.
As if afraid Ye Jingcheng would misunderstand, it added:
"Master, that spiritual fire acts entirely on instinct, but it will also keep growing stronger. Its spiritual power needs to be consumed from time to time, so that when the time comes, it can be thoroughly refined!" The Purple Luan Eagle had done this