Near dusk, in a nest on one of the lowest branches of the fiery-red tree.
Jiang Yang had practically slept a whole stretch.
Now, he had just woken and opened his bleary eyes to look at the sky.
Only then did he notice two crow-like birds, fiery red all over, flying toward his nest.
Fiery red all over, shaped like crows. I wonder whose supernatural bloodline they carry, or whether they are supernatural birds that awakened naturally in the wild.
Still, since I'm here, I'll name this species of mine Fire Crows. It's a fitting, vivid name.
Watching the two Fire Crows draw closer and closer, Jiang Yang shook his bird head, a trace of joy in his eyes as he waited for the two fiery-red crows to arrive.
Here they come, my parents in this life.
Only when the two Fire Crows perched on the edge of the nest did Jiang Yang get a clear look at his parents in this life.
His father had fiery-red plumage, with threads of brilliant gold adorning the tip of every feather. Those feathers shone like radiant clouds, draped over his powerful avian body with considerable beauty.
His mother likewise had beautiful, fiery-red plumage all over, flaring out like radiant clouds, but unlike his father, she had a stretch of exceptionally beautiful golden-red tail feathers, lovely beyond compare.
As Jiang Yang studied the two birds, these two magnificent, lively birds were also studying their eldest son.
Their beaks uttered sounds of "tai, tai, tai," which seemed to be the language of the Fire Crow race.
And, miraculously, Jiang Yang could actually understand them.
What they said was:
"Gold, tai, tai, our first son has hatched, tai. What should we name him, tai?"
"Red, this is our first son, tai, and we have two