Song Changsheng pinched it between his fingers and could vaguely feel a scorching presence brewing within it. When he injected a bit of Spiritual Power, the feather instantly burst into flames with a WHOOSH.
The flame was incredibly hot. In just a short while, the temperature in the room had risen noticeably, and the Spiritual Power covering Song Changsheng's hand began to SIZZLE, threatening to burn through at any moment.
Despite this, the feather, enveloped in flames, showed no signs of change. Instead, it grew even more brilliant from the infusion of Spiritual Power.
"It really is the True Feather of Bi Fang. I hope you can give me a pleasant surprise. After all, the price I paid this time was far too great."
After dispelling the flames, Song Changsheng placed the True Feather of Bi Fang in front of him.
He then took out the massive White Tiger Skeleton. It was perfectly preserved, with very few scratches, making one wonder how it had been hunted down.
