Although some time had passed since the Void God Realm was breached, the Big Red Bird on Bird Grandpa's shoulder was still utterly bare, with not a feather in sight.
In the howling cold wind, only a few tail feathers still fluttered and drifted, without much new feather growth.
The Big Red Bird squawked in distress, still feeling the biting cold from on high.
There was no helping it, as the black fog that resembled sticky ink emitted an unspeakably chilly aura, bone-chillingly cold, like a whip studded with ice shards fiercely lashing out. In addition, the lack of feathers on its body to keep warm naturally made it colder.
"I have no clue what Huang was thinking. We already told him that the title 'Heavenly Court' shouldn't be used lightly, burdened with great karma, but he just wouldn't listen and has been stubborn from childhood.
He hasn't come down to see us two old fellows for such a long time, do you think he might have encountered some trouble?"