"We must leave here quickly!" Jiang Wang interjected, "This place is too dangerous."
Yue Tiannu said, "Indeed."
The strong wind brushed against their faces, and the dark currents felt familiar.
The huge corpse of Jia Xuan had long been left behind, with not even a silhouette visible,
yet its noble, beautiful, and mysteriously strong body remained imprinted in their memory.
How beautiful were its feathers, lifelessly lying on the sea surface, yet its neck retained an elegant curve.
Were its eyes black?
Though devoid of spirit, they still resembled a gem.
Phoenix.
No matter in terms of power, status, history, inheritance, or even symbolic significance, it was a strong existence that could rival the True Dragon.
Why did it die so lonely in the Withered South Abyss, its corpse floating on the dark sea, desecrated by countless foreign beasts and souls?
