In the Black Mist Forest, within the Ten Thousand Fiends Abyss.
The 7 Feather Race Members remaining in the Black Mist Forest all emerged to search for Yu Hua.
Their sole elder was among them.
Seemingly aware that his allotted time was nearing its end, he also realized that the Feather Race could no longer be divided into opposing factions. After all, fewer than ten of them remained. If they split into two opposing factions again, the Feather Race would surely perish within months!
In particular, that mysterious man had spirited Yuyin away, and to this day, there was no trace of her and no news at all. This left them deeply unsettled.
"Elder, Yuyin probably followed that lord to Sacred Heart Valley."
Yu Peng suddenly stepped forward and spoke. He could be counted as one of the four-winged Feather Race members, and he held considerable standing among the Feather Race today.
Of course, in the Feather Race of old, someone with four wings could only have served as a servant, a mere step above the lowliest servants.
Only those with six wings had been qualified to become captains or generals. Yet the requirements had grown lower and lower, and by now, six wings were enough to hold the position of elder.
"Elder, are we really going to invite a fallen angel to become our clan chief?"
One of the two-winged Feather Race members spoke, unwilling to accept it.
Neither of the two four-winged Feather Race members present said anything, but three of the four two-winged Heavenly Feather Race members expressed their disagreement.
This belief was already deeply rooted in them: fallen members of their race were no longer worthy of being called their kin.
"We believe in that lord. He will definitely lead our Feather Race out of the