Where Are My Feathers? (3/5)

Jiang Changkong felt a little embarrassed. After all, grilling someone's wings right in front of them was rather inappropriate.

It would have been one thing if they were enemies, but from the look of things, they did not seem to be enemies.

"This is the humiliation of the defeated."

Little Dragon King held her head high and looked down on the Golden-Winged Roc. "Last time, he grilled dragon meat right in front of me too."

"Uh, what exactly is going on here?" Jiang Changkong felt a headache coming on.

"On Mount Buzhou, killing among our clans is forbidden. After all, throughout the entire Heavenly Realm, our clans may be all that remains."

Ao Qingyu explained, "Living together, friction and conflicts are unavoidable, so we settle them through strength."

"The winner cannot injure the other too badly and can only take a few things. Our dragon scales and his feathers are both fine materials for refining artifacts."

Little Dragon King took over, "I want to forge a golden feather robe. Only then will it be worthy of my status as the Eastern Sea Dragon King."

"How many feathers have you collected, then?" Jiang Changkong asked.

Little Dragon King lowered her head and said dejectedly, "Just this much."

Jiang Changkong found it rather amusing. Little Dragon King had only just reached the Immortal Emperor realm, and Ao Qingyu had not long entered the mid-stage Immortal Emperor realm.

Neither of them was particularly strong. Even together, they were no match for this Golden Roc Bird.

If not for him, by the time the Golden Roc Bird gathered enough dragon scales to forge immortal armor, they probably would not have gotten even a single feather.

The Golden Roc Bird snorted. "This time, I fell into your trap. Next time, I definitely will not lose."