"This is called metamorphosis."
The massive fire phoenix in mid-air lowered its head.
"This is a part of Chu people's cultural customs. We regard the undead phoenix as a spiritual totem; the so-called mortal body is ultimately an unpolished stone... Under the guidance of the undead phoenix, one day we can grow feathers, transform from fledglings into true birds, soar into the sky, and become true Immortals."
As it was saying this, the fire phoenix circled twice in the air, and from its palm, a massive war halberd composed of white bones emerged.
"Just like now, this is the real me."
What responded was only the scorching blade slashing towards it.
"Why are you wasting your breath while fighting? Don't you have anyone to talk to on normal days?"
Spraying trash talk while creating psychological attacks, Du Chengfeng's sword and saber never stopped.
"If you're really so deprived of love, I could reluctantly play the role of your father to fill your spiritual void over the years."
