Mo Chen had formed a suspicion, but he still could not be certain.
After all, the idea ran somewhat against the bounds of decency.
But ultimately, it was Wu's private affair, and Mo Chen did not want to meddle too much.
Thus, Mo Chen swept his divine sense over the strange bird twice more. Only after confirming that it could not break free of its chains did he slowly move forward.
The scene before him was simply too absurd.
Wu was already frail, yet she knelt alone before a strange bird twice a person's height, hugging its talon and crying as though her heart were being torn apart.
Mo Chen could ponder that sight a hundred times, a thousand times, and still make no sense of it.
Why was she kneeling before this bird and crying?
Most terrifying of all, the strange bird's eyes bulged with rage and its feathers bristled as it stared at Wu kneeling beneath it, practically drooling.
Mo Chen tried calling to her several times, but Wu seemed not to hear him and continued sobbing against the bird's talon.
Afraid that the strange bird might suddenly lash out and hurt her, Mo Chen immediately summoned his Flying Sword, intending to pull Wu away from its talon first.
"Fellow Daoist Wu! Fellow Daoist Wu!"
Mo Chen called out several more times.
When she still failed to respond, anger began rising in his heart.
Enough.
Time to act!
Seeing Mo Chen suddenly move, the strange bird, whose wings and feet were pinned by four chains, abruptly raised its head and screeched.
Startled by the sudden change, Mo Chen hastily stopped.
But because the chains bound it, the strange bird merely flapped its wings a few times without doing Mo Chen any actual harm.
Mo Chen's expression had already