C158 A Night of Encirclement..

The Cyan Bird was no larger than a palm, about the size of a child's hand. Its feathers shimmered with a faint iridescence, and its right wing was damp and stained with blood, giving its bright little eyes an added touch of vulnerability as they gazed at Dai Xingyu.

As Du Shaofu and Ouyang Shuang approached, the bird's eyes, once filled with a pitiful plea, quickly clouded with fear