Whoosh...
In the next moment, a gigantic flaming bird, Bifang, suddenly appeared in the air.
Screech~
With a cry, the flames behind Feng Hongyuan turned from red to blue, and in a blink, they condensed in the air, forming an endless sea of fire.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
At this moment, Feng Hongyuan's gaze was filled with killing intent!
"A bunch of trash!"
Feng Hongyuan had no fondness for the Han people heading to Wushan, as they intended to steal their Witch Clan's heritage treasures, just like the outsiders who had killed their people before.
This was a deep-rooted belief.
It was only later that she met Chen Jie, who through his solemn promises and his relationship as a nephew of her uncle, built a bridge between them.
After experiencing Feng Xuewen's advancement to Confucian Saint and sacrificing himself to break the shackles of the Witch Clan, followed by the battle for the Wushen Valley inheritance, Feng Hongyuan developed such a deep friendship with Chen Jie.
