The talking sparrow twisted its nimble tongue, forcing an awkward smile; it truly hadn't anticipated that the Mountain Master would once again trample the Heavenly Demon Species, and the Princess still knew not who he was.
"Hm? Speak!" The Purple Lightning Beast was extremely perceptive, and seeing its unnatural demeanor, a foreboding grew in her heart.
"It seems an old acquaintance approaches." The talking sparrow spoke in an ornate manner, its gaze somewhat wandering.
How could it say it? Should it directly inform: Princess, this is the third time you've become that person's mount, the dreadful "historical cycle" has come once more, and so briefly!
In an instant, the body of the Purple Lightning Beast stiffened; if what she had earlier was a bad premonition, now she was eighty percent sure of who that person was.
