"Is this a Phoenix?" Huang Xiao felt a little dizzy.
The fiery-red little bird before him folded its wings and hopped onto the tiger head on Tiger Wing's hilt.
Although the bird was only the size of a palm, its tail was more than three times as long as its body.
The bird perched on Tiger Wing's hilt, its four crimson tail feathers hanging down, flecked with five-colored light, making them exceptionally conspicuous.
There should be no mistake. It must be a Phoenix, Huang Xiao thought again.
The feathers on the bird were exactly the same as the Phoenix Feather that had appeared at the Rare Treasures Pavilion, and their auras were identical as well.
Moreover, the feathers on the bird before him were even more unsettling. Those crimson feathers gave him a peculiar feeling, as though the bird wore a layer of flame, their appearance almost illusory.
However, Huang Xiao also understood that the feathers did not actually carry flames. Rather, crimson light shimmered faintly across them like dancing flames, creating an illusion.
The Phoenix was aligned with fire, so its aura naturally carried a scorching heat. As such, it was hardly strange that it gave the impression of flames.
Although Huang Xiao was certain that the little bird before him was a Phoenix, the contrast with what he had imagined was simply too great.
In his mind, a Phoenix was, of course, a majestic being like those in myths and legends. Yet what he saw before him completely overturned his previous notions. It was simply too small.
A Young Phoenix? That's right, this should still be a Young Phoenix, Huang Xiao muttered inwardly again.
He recalled Daoxuanzi saying that this Phoenix should be a Young Phoenix. But Huang Xiao had thought that even a Young Phoenix would be