Seeing Yang Qing was no longer as consumed by the contents of the slip, Fei Chen decided to ask a question he had been curious about ever since he set foot in the abode.
Using a secret voice transmission, he asked, "Who is he?" casting a surreptitious gaze in the direction of the Celestial Nesting Weaver, who was still in human form and still very much engrossed in studying the ingredient list for the purple-grade potion, the Nine Cycles Star River Path Formation.
"I told you, he is the Rotten Bird," Yang Qing lazily replied.
"What kind of Rotten Bird?" asked Fei Chen, trying to rein in his frustration with Yang Qing's reply. "His aura and temperament do not seem normal. If he had been at the Institute, I am sure I would have heard of someone like him roaming about. Who is he?" he pressed.
