Feng Fuce said in a cold, eerie voice, "The demon bird captured six children. Besides the one that's already fallen to death, there are still five others hidden away by it."
"This type of bird secretes a kind of saliva that weakens the children's aura, making them difficult to find in this world."
"If you want to find them, the only solution is to burn the demon bird to death. The resulting golden core must be ground into powder and fed to a pigeon, which will then fly toward where the children are hidden."
Bai Xilie didn't find it surprising.
Having followed Jing Jia for so many years, he had witnessed many strange occurrences.
However, he did find it surprising that Feng Fuce, though young, knew so much.
It was quite astonishing.
"What are we waiting for? Let's do as you say; saving the children's lives is the most important thing. Let's get to it immediately!"
Bai Xilie gave the order decisively.
But Feng Fuce glanced back at Bai Zhi'er.
He said, "Hold on a moment."
