"My little bird!" cried Qing Ying, whose body was slightly trembling. He sorrowfully looked at Ji Hao and said, "Now we can't inform your Abba. Hao, what should we do?"
"Sit and wait," said Ji Hao in a bland tone, while grabbing a branch of thorns and fiddling with it. "I'm the bait, and my Abba is the fish. Let's just take a seat and wait for a while. Let's see what these people have got."
"My poor little bird!" Qing Ying yelled with a darkened face. Behind his body, a sharp cyan gust of wind started rotating quickly. He gnashed his teeth and said, "When I was a little kid, and just had learned to talk, Amma had incubated that little sparrow for me, I...I've always seen it as my brother!"
Cyan light-streams started gushing into the longbow that Qing Ying held in his hands, and spell symbols lit up on the surface of the longbow one after another; within a blink of an eye, over a hundred spell symbols had lit up on the long bow.