"The Floating-Snow Seven-Colored Sculpture seemed determined to vent all the frustration it had suffered previously, its expression exceptionally vindicated. Its dazzling wings shimmered in the sunlight, glittering and extraordinarily beautiful.
'Whimper, whimper... Boss, how could you... treat me like this...'
Just then, a grievance-filled voice sounded from right behind the Floating-Snow Seven-Colored Sculpture. It was faint and pitiful, yet it reached its ears with crystal clarity.
Chapter 583