The Nine-headed Bird was released, and though it no longer looked as magnificent as before, it now appeared even more majestic. That deep hue, even from afar, exuded a strong sense of oppression.
The Nine-headed Bird glanced at Fang Jie, gradually shrinking into a bird about half the height of a person.
Even of its nine heads, eight had shrunk to a smaller size, circling its neck like a necklace.
"Not bad, not bad. It seems to be adapting quite well."
"Greetings, Master. I wonder what orders you have."
The Nine-headed Bird had already begun to gradually recover, though there was a hint of reluctance in its words. There's nothing to be done, although it had been tempered, its soul and consciousness remained the same as before, and even the information and knowledge had not changed.
