"Beiming Heavenly Phoenix?"
Ling Xiaoyue glanced at Fang Zhou, half-smiling and half-serious: "Could it be that little girl surnamed Ming from Piaomiao Mountain?"
Fang Zhou was startled: "How do you know this?"
He thought someone had told Ling Xiaoyue, but Ling Xiaoyue crossed her arms and huffed: "Are you underestimating your master's keen eye? I figured out long ago that she wasn't an ordinary person; she's the reincarnation of that molting chicken."
Fang Zhou hurriedly reminded her: "Don't change the subject. That Beiming Heavenly Phoenix said I'm a Moon Palace Disciple and you're the Master of the Moon Palace. What is going on here?"
Ling Xiaoyue, always concerned about her reputation, neither admitted nor denied, but impatiently waved him off: "That has nothing to do with you, why ask so much? If that chicken dares to bother you again, just come find your master, and I'll pluck all its feathers."