In the end, Yang Qing and his companions entered the gates of the Demon Abyss Assembly, each holding a feather.
Yet once they were inside, everyone who passed them cast an inscrutable look at them—and at the feathers in their hands.
There was something subtle about those looks.
But Yang Qing could not tell where that subtlety came from.
Although he sensed it might have something to do with the feather in his hand, he could not simply throw it away.
Before they entered the assembly, the person responsible for checking their identities had said pointedly, "Be sure to keep your entry credentials safe. You will need them again."
That was why, even though Yang Qing knew the feather in his hand lay at the root of the matter, he continued to hold on to it.
Still, Yang Qing and his companions had only come to experience the atmosphere of the Demon Abyss Assembly, so they paid little attention to the varying degrees of scrutiny from those around them.
Until someone approached and stopped in front of them.
"Would any of you be interested in joining our Magic Beast Legion?"
The newcomer was a man of imposing bearing.
But Jiangli told Yang Qing that he was a magic beast in human form.
A magic beast capable of taking human form was already of no low rank.
Yang Qing shook his head slightly.
They were merely passing through and had no intention of putting down roots.
Besides, the situation within the Demon Abyss remained unclear.
The magic beast had not expected his offer to be refused. His expression shifted, but when his gaze fell on the feathers, he seemed to remember something and ultimately took a step back.
"In that case, if you change your minds in the future, come find