The Zheng Yang Knife was in Bairen's hand, and on his shoulder sat a hawk. The bird was a strangely marked with white feathers and red eyes. The hawk was not big, about the size of a falcon with its claws tightly gripped on Bairen's shoulder. Clearly, this was the creature which had taken the Zheng Yang Knife away. Nian Bing was puzzled, wasn't the hawk afraid of the heat of the knife?
"Daddy." Mao Mao's call made Nian Bing tense up. Although he had already guessed some things, after Mao Mao's confirmation, he was still somewhat surprised. But at this time, he wasn't the least bit nervous. What use would it be to get anxious in front of a powerful summoner without any magic power? Facing it calmly was the best choice.
Seeing her father, Mao Mao did not rush out warmly, but instead moved closer to Nian Bing. At this time, Nian Bing became her shield.