"Ugh!"
After a muffled groan, Fei Tian, whom Qin Yu had blasted into the rocky walls of Wind Lightning Gorge with a single strike, managed to pry himself free, though he looked considerably worse for wear.
His once-spotless white robes were now covered in dust and grime, while the blood he had spat out had stained the fabric over his chest a dark red.
"Qin Yu, I didn't cause trouble this time! This mongrel bird insisted on picking a fight with me!"
Now that she had someone backing her up, Ziyan immediately sidled up to Qin Yu and started complaining like a child who had been bullied.
"You... I'm a noble member of the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan! Not some mongrel bird!"
Opposite them, Feng Qing'er—the most stubborn-mouthed, most resolute person on the entire Dou Qi Continent, and the one who looked down on Xiao Yan the most—could not muster a single proper rebuttal to Ziyan's accusations. She could only quarrel with her over that particular insult.
At the sight, Qin Yu already had a good idea of what had happened.
Feng Qing'er had always been arrogant, relying on her origins in the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan and her considerable talent. Even when she was in the wrong, she could stubbornly argue back. Why had she chosen silence now?
Was it because she didn't like talking?
Or was it because she had discovered she really couldn't beat Ziyan? What a difficult mystery.
"Hmph, a mongrel bird is a mongrel bird! You grew a few colorful feathers and decided you were a phoenix?"
"You pick fights yourself, then go running to your elders when you get beaten up—and even the ones you bring back are weaklings like this. Since when did your Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan become so pathetic?"
Ziyan's little