She nodded lightly, biting her lip gently as if trying to suppress the reluctance in her heart.
Then she turned, walking with light yet slightly heavy steps alongside Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Xiao Lingling toward the Vermilion Bird.
The Vermilion Bird was enormous, its feathers brilliant like flames, shimmering with a mysterious luster under the moonlight.
It stood proudly, majestic, with wings slightly trembling, as if eager to soar into the sky.
As Gugela and the others approached, the Vermilion Bird lowered its head obediently, allowing them to leap onto its back.
Gugela sat steadily, taking one last gaze at Shi Feiyang, eyes full of attachment and anticipation.
Following that, the Vermilion Bird let out a long cry, resonant and stirring like a great bell tolling, echoing through the heavens.
It spread its wings, stirring up a fierce whirlwind that swept up sand, stones, and grass.
Soon, carrying them, the Vermilion Bird unfolded its wings and flew away.
