The purple Spirit Beast was none other than Fanming.
Looking closely, he could vaguely make out dark ropes amid the clouds and mist, binding it so tightly that it could not move at all.
It could only struggle feebly and growl.
Wang Ba knew little about this Fanming, but even from so far away, the sight of its purple figure still left him feeling suffocated.
Yet this powerful being, which had once killed a true Foundation Establishment cultivator with a single feather, could now only struggle desperately under the Heavenly Gate Sect's rule.
It was easy to imagine that, had the Heavenly Gate Sect not intended to subdue it, this Fanming would probably have long since been refined by the sect's incomparably powerful leader.
Wang Ba shook his head, both covetous and regretful.
Then he turned away, unwilling to look any longer.
As a professional chicken keeper, the sight of such a divine chicken stirred an almost instinctive desire in him.
He even vaguely entertained the wild notion of how wonderful it would be if he could breed it.
Unfortunately, even the Heavenly Gate Sect's leader, a Nascent Soul True Lord, had to expend so much effort trying to subdue such a divine creature. Wang Ba was merely a lowly Qi Refining cultivator, unqualified even to approach it. What ability or merit did he have?
He might as well keep it out of sight and out of mind.
Standing before the mountain gate, he activated a voice transmission talisman.
Soon, the voice transmission talisman turned into a streak of light and shot through the mountain gate.
Wang Ba stood before the mountain gate and waited patiently for a while.
Whether Yu Changchun was cultivating or occupied with something important, he still did not appear.
Just as Wang Ba was about