That voice descended from the heavens, powerful as a rainbow, startling Lin Suqing so much that his whole body trembled. But it was precisely that tremor of fear and guilt that caused the Golden Roc to suddenly transform into a handful of empty ink.
He reached out to grab it, but caught nothing. In an instant, the great bird became an ink stain that dissipated like smoke and clouds, leaving only an empty fist in his hand. His heart sank; he had never ridden it, never experienced it, and in an instant, it was gone.
"Lin Suqing!" that voice rang out again. At the same time, he heard the sound of a metal staff striking the ground behind him. This mixture of noises, both strange and familiar, made him immediately turn around to look.
Three eyes?! How could it be him? What was he doing here?