Ning Qingxue saw that there was a silver plum tree leaf pattern under the bird’s neck and had a sudden idea, "I’ll give you a name, I’ll call you Silver Plum Leaf. Hmm, this name is a bit long, I’ll just call you Silver."
The bird seemingly understood Ning Qingxue's words and chirped. This sounded different to the yowling, it was a happy sound. She could tell that it didn't really understand what Ning Qingxue meant with that name, after all, it was just a bird.
Normally, animals have premonitions to sense danger. Since Silver had had this premonition, this meant that the volcano really was about to erupt.
Although she had Silver by her side, Silver was a bird after all. Ning Qingxue approached the ship, the hand which held the gun was sweating a lot. Sometimes, the unknown was the most terrifying. If she had been facing a lion or a tiger, she might have not be that scared. After all, it was something she could see.