"Master, could you, could you lend me a piece of clothing? Before we monster beasts attain human form, we go to the Cloud-Weaving Sparrow clan to make feathered garments. My transformation happened too suddenly, and I didn't have time to prepare."
The Vermilion Bird's voice was hesitant and halting. For thousands of years, her fear and hatred of the human race had been deeply ingrained in her bones, but the person before her seemed somewhat different from the rumors. From him, she could even sense an air of peace and serenity.
Guixin retrieved one of his monk's robes from his alms bowl and, not even daring to turn his head back, threw it to Kongque.
Chapter 215