"Making soup."
After twitching all over a few times, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird hanging upside down beneath a large tree slowly opened his eyes. The terror had yet to leave his gaze, and reflected in their depths was the withered trunk of an ancient tree.
He... he seemed to have had a terrifying nightmare.
In that dream, the Heavenly Court had appeared utterly empty. He had unexpectedly charged all the way into Guanghan Palace without obstruction, only to be slapped flying by Fairy Heng'e...
The Number One Beauty of the Three Realms was a master comparable to a Saint's Chief Disciple?
No sooner had this thought surfaced in the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird's heart than he realized he was hanging upside down. Crackling flames sounded by his ears, along with one or two voices chatting and laughing...
All the Immortal power in his body had been sealed away. His bird-form Primordial Spirit was bound by nine azure rings of light, leaving him entirely unable to move even half an inch.
Even when he struggled with all his strength, he only slowly spun halfway around, seeing the three figures seated thirty feet away.
A white-haired old man, a burly man who looked familiar, and that "ox demon" he had seen before.
Hearing the movement, the white-haired old man looked over and gave him a kindly smile. "You're awake?"
The Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird nodded blankly, unsure how to respond.
The white-haired old man said warmly, "Don't be afraid. The wing-removal process went quite smoothly."
The Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird's mind went blank.
The burly man and the ox demon beside him turned their heads. Each held an oversized "roasted wing" in hand and gave the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird a slight smile.
"Not bad."
"Very chewy."
The Golden-Winged Great Peng