"That's right."
Feng Zhuer stared at Ji Yuan's astonished face, froze for a moment, then caught on and laughed.
"Brother Jiuxiao, you've spent too long out in the wider world, haven't you?"
Everything about her tone made Ji Yuan feel as though she were looking at a country bumpkin... On reflection, that made sense. To these native members of the Phoenix Clan, wasn't someone like him just a relative from the countryside?
Having seen through her attitude, Ji Yuan felt no displeasure. If he wanted to, at this distance, he could kill Feng Zhuer in an instant.
"People outside fight to the death over these Kunpeng Remnant Maps... but where do the maps they fight over come from?" Feng Zhuer smiled smugly. "They're scraps our Three Sacred Clans bestow upon them. We give them a chance to ascend to heaven, so naturally, they ought to treasure it."
...No wonder the world has suffered under the Three Sacred Clans for so long.
That was Ji Yuan's first thought. His second was: Thank goodness I'm a member of a Sacred Race too.
"Indeed." Ji Yuan smiled along.
"All right, come with me."
With a gentle sway of her body, Feng Zhuer flew onward like a mermaid swimming through the sky.
Getting a Kunpeng Remnant Map for free—how was that any different from a village handing out eggs? Ji Yuan immediately followed.
After crossing several mountain ranges, they arrived before an enormous phoenix-shaped wooden house suspended in midair by vines. Each vine was as thick as a person's thigh, and above them, a Ten-Thousand-Year Parasol Tree grew in empty space.
Feng Xian had brought Ji Yuan here during their earlier tour.
Thus, he knew that this Ten-Thousand-Year Parasol Tree alone was a Peak Sixth Tier spirit plant, equivalent to peak Void Refinement. The