"Master!"
At that moment, a crisp sound echoed as a gigantic tree emitting golden spiritual light took root within the lava, yet it exuded a vibrant vitality.
On the trunk, the Phoenix Cry Bird, upon seeing its master's arrival, couldn't help but excitedly fly over and perch on his shoulder.
It then skillfully spread its wings, fanning and massaging his shoulders to curry favor.
"Master, there's less than sixty years before the Secret Realm opens. I need to break through to the Tier Three Late Stage soon, to assist you..."
The Phoenix Cry Bird's impassioned words left Lin Chang'an speechless.
If the Cyan-Horned Bull was simple and honest, then this bird was downright shrewd.
The personalities of the two Spirit Pets he raised were complete opposites.
"Speak bird language."
"Yes, Master. It's just that I haven't had a Fire Attribute Demon Core in a long time."
