The elder under the tree also looked up.
He just raised his sleeve with a flick, and a light green glow, like a spring breeze, gently brushed across the sky, seemingly soft, but steadily blocked the light.
The light dispersed, revealing a disheveled green bird inside.
It was a slender green peacock, its plumage magnificently beautiful, emitting a dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.
Perhaps it had flown too hastily along the way, its crest had become a mess, and even when stopping, it stretched its neck, panting heavily, appearing on the verge of exhaustion.
Surprise flickered in the gentle eyes of the elder: "Little Cui'er, why are you so distressed? Where's Green Phoenix?"
"Em-Emperor Xiu, no, things are not good, the Green Phoenix Old Ancestor has been captured by humans!" The green peacock stumbled under the tree, her voice choked with tears from anxiety.
