A month later, at the Taiqing Sect!
Jiang Pojun once again piloted the flying ship and arrived.
"Please kindly inform them that Jiang Pojun, Vice General of the Dragon Soaring Army, is here to see Zhou Qing on an urgent matter!"
Elder Wuzhu, of course, recognized the young man and asked him to wait a moment before departing.
Meanwhile, in the meditation room, Zhou Qing held the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree in his arms, surrounded by a faint layer of blood light.
A miniature silhouette of a Golden Crow and a Golden Roc each hovered on either side, their expressions full of reverence.
In Zhou Qing's mind space, a massive Blood Phoenix screeched sorrowfully amidst blazing blood flames.
Initially, at its chest area, there was only a single unusually red feather; now it had become two.
Within was a space densely intertwined with Dao patterns, containing a majestic power that instilled fear.
