Chapter 517: The Secrets of the Royal Palace

The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect mused that this being was nothing

but a rooster with phoenix in his name.

He wouldn't say this out loud, of course.

In the next moment, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect thought that

the Dark Phoenix would lose the Cultivation accumulated over one thousand years if he

was to give up a feather of his life force; that was why he had mentioned what the

Immortal had promised.

The horse-drawn carriage left the ground crack, heading toward the east of the barren

land. The bone flute rang out again; but it sounded considerably more cheerful, rather

than depressing.

The Dark Phoenix squatted atop the carriage; his long tail dangled behind the carriage

fluttering with the wind, looking like a ponytail of the carriage.

His shrieking voice echoed in the wind as well.

"Immortal, you have to do something about it."