Qing Sangbiao pointed forward with his wing: "Little Stone, the mountain cave ahead, Que Zelian is there."
Hearing this, Xiao Jinsheng ignored the quarreling Caicai and Qing Sangbiao and hurried towards the cave.
She dashed into the cave.
The cave wasn't deep, and it was spotless.
There was also a stone bed, covered with a soft material that looked like straw, but it wasn't straw; its material was unknown.
"Que Zelian?" Xiao Jinsheng's panicked voice echoed in the cave.
But she couldn't find any human silhouette.
Until a childish voice responded from her feet: "Are you calling me?"
Xiao Jinsheng looked down and saw a delicate and elegant orange-red bird.
With its wings folded, it was looking up at her.
Its eyes, the color of dusk, were filled with unfamiliarity as they fell upon her.
"Que Zelian?" Xiao Jinsheng began to doubt.
"I am Que Zelian." The orange-red bird nodded, emotionless as it asked Xiao Jinsheng: "And who are you?"
