Perhaps it was the hand seal, or perhaps the army here already knew him. They showed almost no hesitation as they helped Su Ming up and summoned priests to heal his injuries with White Magic.
With Strangle and magic working together, Su Ming was lively again within seconds.
A birdman who was clearly a high-ranking priest approached him. "Chirp? Coo coo? Hic?"
Su Ming rubbed his head. This really was bird language, except there were no flowers here. "Ahem! I can understand you, but can you speak Common Tongue—Earth language?"
"Before you landed, Oshtur bestowed us with a revelation, granting us the ability to use Earth languages." The birdman tilted his head, and familiar words came from his sharp, foot-long beak. "Do you usually speak English, or your native Chinese?"
"Oshtur knows about my situation?" Su Ming could not help frowning. She knew about the mismatch between his body and soul.
The birdman supported him toward a resting area with his fluffy wings, his tone filled with pride. "Our goddess is omniscient."
"Then that's good. Did Oshtur also tell you to listen to me?" Su Ming changed the subject. It seemed the Vishanti knew quite a lot, so their attitude toward him was worth considering.
Because aside from witnessing the contract, the Vishanti had never directly communicated with him.
"Hm? I don't believe she said that. You are the Sorcerer Supreme of the First Dimension, but this is the Splitting Domain." The birdman priest was an Asura, and a human-like look of confusion appeared on his white-feathered bird face.
Su Ming draped an arm over his shoulder and idly played with his feathers. "Think carefully. She definitely said it. I'm the Vishanti's most favored representative in the universe."
The birdman was deeply uncomfortable with human behavior and gestures. Since his