No one responded to Yu Han's words.
Has the sun risen?
Hehe. Who has the heart to watch the sunrise now?
Yet Yu Han gently reminded, "It's not an ordinary sun, it's the Golden Crow, her chariot, the Golden Crow."
Xi Rubao suddenly lifted her head, "The little crow? It's not dead?"
Xing Yue was delighted, "Is Zuzi's little crow here to pick her up?"
Gu Jingyan, covered in snow, lifted his numb and aching face, "Her Golden Crow, her golden chariot, it's her... it's her!"
Against the radiant light of the rising sun, a massive golden bird could be vaguely seen descending, proud and spirited.
On the back of the Golden Crow, a young girl in white lazily leaned, holding a bottle of peach blossom brew, precisely one of the offerings Mr. Bo placed at the Nuwa Temple that day.
Behind her, providing strong support, was the broad and powerful chest of a man.
The faint purple glow had completely vanished from the man's body.
