Yang Fuqing and Yang Fujian rode Big Mao, flying through the air surrounded by a flock of colorful parrots which, serving as demon spies, scouted the surroundings for Yang Fuqing.
"Caw~ after I return today, I'll drink a jug of Spirit Brew."
"Caw~ I want to eat the delicacies from the Residence of Intentions~"
"Caw~ Fuqing is the best boss ever, never had such things back in Devil Wind Forest..."
"Caw caw caw caw~"
The entire tribe of colorful parrots was willing to work for Yang Fuqing; life was far too comfortable, unlike those foolish Demon Beasts who thought only of eating each other—how crude!
As a tribe valuing intelligence, their greatest disdain was for those simple-minded Demon Beasts that couldn't even fight properly.
Soon, the two returned with their reconnaissance troops to the spot where they had seen the demon yesterday.
This place was a sunken valley, filled with flowers everywhere and many caves inhabited by numerous Demon Beasts.