The green phoenix flapped its wings, streaking across the sky, carrying Zheng Fa and Zhang toward the Jiushan Sect.
Its round head kept turning back to look at its own back, the look in its eyes a mix of grievance and curiosity.
Zheng Fa sat on its back, supporting his head with his hand, his brows tightly furrowed, seemingly occupied by some vexing issue.
"Zheng, what are you thinking about? Why do you look so unhappy?" Yuan's voice was full of appeasement, as if trying to make up for her previous outburst of primal instinct: "Didn't Fairy Xiao say your Taoist Body was formidable? Shouldn't you be happy?"
Yuan's voice came from the mouth of the green phoenix.
"I am thinking about what Fairy Xiao said," Zheng Fa replied, unconsciously sorting through his doubts:
"Taoist Body, it is a ticket to a path, but what exactly is that path…"
"Why can the path only accommodate a limited number of cultivators?"
"And is this method of cultivation correct?"
