Bright daylight streamed through the branches into the tree hollow, and the birds outside chirped endlessly like a chorus of songs.
Ling Bufei endured and endured, but finally could not hold back anymore and cursed, "What are you howling a funeral dirge for this early in the morning? So noisy!"
Unfortunately, the Young Sect Master held no authority here; as soon as he finished cursing, the birds sang even more cheerfully, making his head swell with anger.
Chapter 32