Finding an opportunity is what matters most.
Following him, the Golden-Winged Peng King let out a loud roar. Unfolding his brilliant, golden-radiant wings—whose feathers were as hard as metal—he ascended to the summit with an incredibly domineering air, charging toward the palace ahead without once looking back.
Soon after, the graceful, willow-waisted Phoenix woman ascended to the peak with elegance. Her skirt fluttered in the wind like a goddess descending to the mortal realm, and she drifted toward the palace.
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