Chen Lun spread his pitch-black fingers and clenched them back.
One by one, the beautiful and brilliant emerald feathers were forcibly plucked out by an overwhelmingly powerful gravitational force.
"Caw! Caw caw!!"
The Emerald Bird screamed hysterically in pain.
Chen Lun remained unmoved, and then hooked his index finger.
The feathers dancing in the sky instantly shrunk, falling into his palm like thousands of birds returning to their nest, condensing into a small emerald-like glass bead.
"The feathers of the 'Ancient God of Misfortune' still have some value..."
Chen Lun slowly closed his palm and chuckled lightly.
Immediately, the staff gently tapped on the cracked side of the Emerald Bird's forehead.
Thud.
The Emerald Bird's shrill cries came to an abrupt halt.
This moment of contact seemed to be a signal.
