Wu Qing'e left Fu Hua's room with three crimson feathers in hand, gazing at them...
Although her master had said these were feathers from Jingwei, the divine bird from legend that sought to fill the sea, she could sense her master's aura upon them.
Holding the feathers felt like holding Fu Hua's hand. It was as though Fu Hua were right beside her, and these feathers... were Fu Hua herself.
In truth, that was not entirely wrong. These feathers could even be regarded as one of Fu Hua's incarnations, though they were only single-use.
"Jingwei, the divine bird..."
When Jingwei was mentioned, nearly everyone first thought of the tale of Jingwei filling the sea. The Emperor Yan's daughter was named Nuwa. Nuwa went wandering in the East Sea, drowned and never returned, thus becoming Jingwei. She would often carry wood and stones from Western Mountain in her beak to fill the East Sea. The Zhang River rose there and flowed eastward into the Yellow River.
Jingwei had certainly not filled the sea, but the story merely described her unyielding spirit. Still, as a divine bird transformed from the Emperor Yan's daughter, and having inherited the Emperor Yan's legacy herself, Wu Qing'e felt that she and the Emperor Shennong seemed to share a great affinity!
No, it was her master who had deep ties to the Emperor Shennong, since Fu Hua had given her all these things. She wondered... what sorts of grudges, bonds, and entanglements her master had shared with those ancient emperors and gods in the distant past.
As Wu Qing'e imagined events from ancient times while walking back, she failed to notice someone in front of her and crashed straight into them.
"I'm... I'm sorry! Huh... it's you..."
Wu Qing'e apologized on instinct, then suddenly remembered that there