From the top of the sect's training hall, a shadowy figure appeared. A loud, sinister laugh echoed across the courtyard.
Li Ming froze. "Who… what… is that?!"
Grandpa Li squinted. "Hmm… that is… not good."
The shadowed figure stepped forward, wings flaring wide, glowing faintly under the sunlight.
Gasps spread across the courtyard.
Li Ming's face turned pale. "No… no… it can't be happening… not now!"
A gust of wind blew, and the shadowy figure landed gracefully on the ground with a single hop. Dust flew everywhere. When it cleared, everyone could finally see who it was.
Standing proudly was a chicken—but not just any chicken.
Its feathers shimmered like silver, its beak gleamed with the confidence of someone who owned the world, and a small golden tag on its neck read in bold letters: Bai Guo.
Grandpa Li's jaw dropped. "That… that's a fancy chicken!"
Grandma Li gasped. "Wait… isn't that—?"
Li Ming groaned. "Yes… it's him."
