Bab 441: Leaving

Jin Luantian's pupils were like blades, and they shot out golden intimidating light when he blinked. He looked at the brat in front of him and held back his urge to attack Shi Hao, fearing that he would provoke the deity behind Shi Hao.

Such a thing was a great treasure even for the Peng Race. A Golden Peng with terrifying strength could only produce one true feather in its entire life, and it wasn't weaker than the primordial symbol bone.

There were only three or four of them in the entire ancestral mountain, sealed within the treasury. Not every Golden Peng old ancestor could leave one behind, and some of them had been used up over the endless years.

"Thank you, Senior Jin." Shi Hao's bashful appearance was truly repulsive in Jin Luantian's eyes. That shameless scourge deserved a spanking.