In the room, Lu Ye was shirtless, sitting cross-legged on his bed."Wow, what a beautiful quail!"

Under the cover of night, Yiyi gazed at the large bird before her. It was plump and its entire body shimmered with a faint red glow, within which flowed a subtle golden thread. The bird let out a piercing cry.

If it wasn't this bird, but the manifestation of a terrestrial leaf spirit's spiritual power, she would have probably held it up in reverence.

Lu Ye's forehead bulged with a blue vein as he corrected, "What do you mean quail This is a fire phoenix. Read it with me, Fire! Phoenix!"

Yiyi stared at him, as if to say, "This is obviously a quail. Don't you think I can't see" cultivators from Wàn Mó Lǐng who were arrayed across the battlefield instantly froze, none of them expecting that the Hào Tiān Alliance would launch an attack like this. They thought that the situati...