He opened his eyes, a divine light flickering within, and said to the rooster, "Little chicken, your friend has come looking for you."
The rooster struggled to open his eyes, glancing weakly at the Seven Stars Supreme, "You son of a bitch."
"Ha ha," chuckled the Seven Stars Supreme, then he continued, "I am human, not a son of a bitch, little chicken. Years ago, I extracted some of your bloodline. Unexpectedly, we have such fate that you would deliver yourself to me for a second time, and this time, your bloodline has become even purer. True Phoenix Blood... such fine stuff! I believe that after refining you this little chicken, I will be able to condense a second primordial spirit!"
"Don't dream, you traitor. Your second primordial spirit was shattered to pieces by others in the past, it'll never be reborn," said the rooster, whose mouth remained venomous even though it was sealed.