Qian Sha Yu flapped the twelve miniature black-and-red wings on his back, tracing an outrageously arrogant arc through the air.
"Freedom tastes pretty good."
He greedily breathed in the outside air, his tiny chest rising and falling.
At last, he had weathered the hardship.
Although this External Incarnation could not unleash even a single Soul Skill, and its body was only the size of a human head.
He could still run, jump, and fly, and his five senses could not have felt more real.
That was enough.
Clutching the Crown Prince's Token, which was a full size larger than he was, he was about to find a spot with an unobstructed view and admire this city that belonged to him as a spoil of war.
An intensely cold aura of frost suddenly blocked his path.
The moisture in the air condensed into ice crystals.
Light Feather Douluo appeared before him with the Light Feather Divine Bow in hand, its string already drawn half an inch.
"What scurrying rat dares swagger around the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace?"
Light Feather Douluo was responsible for patrolling the palace that night.
He had just keenly detected a trace of strange energy coming from the bedchamber.
Assuming it was a death-sworn assassin or spy sent by the Star Luo Empire, he had been about to put an arrow clean through the intruder's heart.
But when he took a closer look.
Floating in midair was actually a "little angel" with twelve tiny black-and-red wings and a strange halo above his head.
Light Feather Douluo froze, his fingers easing slightly on the bowstring.
What is this thing? A Soul Beast?
He looked like a bat that had gained sentience, yet he exuded a complicated aura in which holiness and evil intertwined.
"Hey, Guang Ling, you old geezer,