C998 Condensing the Soul

Feng Wu tightly clenched her fists, her eyes unblinking as she looked at the Divine Beast Vermillion Bird, waiting for his answer.

Han Binn was the same. Ever since he finished chatting with Feng Wu, he also hoped to wake up Qing Qing.

The Divine Beast Vermillion Bird's expression was solemn, and one could not tell what he was thinking. He only heard him say in a deep voice