High above the boundless sky, sunlight cascaded down like golden threads, delicately tracing a brilliant, dazzling golden lace along the edges of the layered clouds. The hard beak of the Netherworld Condor King twitched slightly, a subtle movement that seemed to carry a hint of helplessness regarding its own fate. Yet, in the blink of an eye, it threw its head back and burst into a hearty, booming laugh, the sound rolling through the heavens like a great bronze bell. "So be it! So be it! A bet is a bet. To serve as a mount for a Return to Void Realm expert—what is that? There is no shame in it!" There was a transcendent magnanimity and openness in its words, like a breeze that swept away all its reluctance and tangled thoughts, leaving only a calm acceptance of fate's arrangement.
With that, its mountain-like body began a slow descent. With every fraction of it dropping, its powerful wings flapped, kicking up fierce currents that caused the surrounding clouds and mist to churn and roll like boiling water. Its massive figure finally landed steadily before Du Bufan, and then it lowered its head, bowing with the reverence of the most devout worshiper before a supreme deity. "This one is the Netherworld Condor King, willing to serve as your mount! May I ask your name?" Its eyes clearly revealed a deep awe for the strong, a respect born from the depths of its soul for unknown and formidable power, much like a moth in the dark yearning for the light.
"Tianwu City, Du Bufan!" Du B…
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