The Hundred-Bird Parasol Tree's original requirement for survival was to have flocks of birds around it.
But before Su Ping left, that requirement had undoubtedly been difficult to meet.
There was no helping it. Bird pet beasts were the hardest to keep.
Especially without a contract.
Su Ping had considered testing the Hundred-Bird Parasol Tree's abilities by buying a batch and seeing whether these freedom-loving bird pet beasts would leave with the tree here. But he had yet to try, and he really had been rather busy.
Yet now, before he had even started, one had actually delivered itself to his doorstep?
He had only been away for a little over half a month. How had both that magnetic-field plot and this unfamiliar bird pet beast appeared?
Could it be that, like Su Anyong, he was also holding back Woodheart's development?
He shook his head. That was clearly nonsense. Without Su Ping, his family's breeding base could never have grown from the brink of closure to its current scale in just over half a year!
Collecting himself, Su Ping looked closely.
Sure enough.
Up in the Hundred-Bird Parasol Tree sat a pitch-black bird roughly the size of a basketball. Its black eyes were fixed firmly on Su Ping and Guan Qianshan as they approached, seemingly keeping watch against him at every moment.
From its eyes alone, Su Ping could tell.
This thing was absolutely a genuine wild beast.
It had grown up alone in the wild, accustomed to nature's law of the strong devouring the weak, and harbored hostility toward anything that might harm it.
No wonder any outsider trying to approach or show it affection would provoke its wariness, or even an attack.
Under these circumstances, the first thing Su Ping thought of was another question.
"No one's been