On the first day of September, Qing Yu returned fully laden.
Seated cross-legged on a specially summoned White Phoenix, Qing Yu looked at the shifting clouds with a leisurely smile.
"Feng Mingxiao really doesn't know your worth, to give up riding such a divine descendant of a mystical creature and return to the Divine Capital overnight. White Phoenix, let us despise her together."
In high spirits, Qing Yu started joking with the White Phoenix.
The highly perceptive White Phoenix uttered a clear cry, seemingly responding to Qing Yu's words.
"Ha ha, you bird can even talk to me now," Qing Yu laughed.
Just then, Qing Yu sensed a resonance from the heart of the White Phoenix, this great bird was growing ever more intelligent.
"Eh?"
As he was talking and laughing with the White Phoenix, Qing Yu suddenly sensed a brisk breeze blowing over.
In the distance, a great white crane carrying a Daoist nun was flying towards them.
"Xuanzhen?"
