Fang Bai and the Phoenix Feather stood "opposed" a hundred feet apart, one stopped pursuing, the other ceased fleeing.
Even though the Phoenix Feather was within arm's reach, Fang Bai didn't dare underestimate this three-foot-long, seven-colored plume. Though it lacked vitality, it harbored a thread of autonomous consciousness, and should it perceive a threat from the outside world, it would launch a fierce counterattack.
If it were any other Immortal, they might be helpless before the Phoenix Feather, but after all, Fang Bai was once the Invincible War Emperor of the Immortal Realm. What kind of treasures had he not seen? When dealing with such autonomous treasures of the Immortal Realm, he was quite adept.
Fang Bai took a deep breath, calming his excitement, and refrained from emitting the slightest pressure or killing intent, ensuring the Phoenix Feather felt no threat.
