"You really do not have the best of luck, do you, Miss Suyun?" thought Yang Qing, sighing as his pitying gaze fell on the thin red saber a few meters away from him.
Luo Suyun's timing was horrible, and aside from the Green Flame Tree's reaction and aggressive stance towards her, there was still Yang Shitong.
There could not have been a worse matchup for the saber spirit than Yang Shitong. There was his personality, which did not take kindly to threats and held a vindictive and petty aspect that jumped at the opportunity to repay any slight... with interest.
Then there was also the fact that the vindictive bird, on top of being vindictive and a mythical race member, just so happened to be a Celestial Nesting Weaver.
A Celestial Nesting Weaver's forte lay in their ability to mold any treasure into any form they liked, which was what they used in building their nest, as it was an amalgamation of countless treasures blended and merged in perfect harmony for their needs.
