Jiang Yuan thought, although benefits shouldn't be given away to outsiders, it's still necessary to find some time to ask Qing Lark if it truly wishes to cultivate and ascend to a Divine Bird.
After all, once it accepts the refining of the Divine Fire, it means it has to take on the responsibility of replacing the Vermilion Bird to protect this world. Not every creature is willing to selflessly dedicate themselves; at the very least, one must be sincere to bear such a responsibility.
Just wanting power without bearing responsibility, there's no such easy thing in the world.
"Thank, thank you, sir!" Qing Lark trembled as it expressed its gratitude, flapping its wings unsteadily as it flew to the top of the mushroom house, ready to continue its arduous cultivation.
Previously, when it was called out from that comfortable space by the sir, it was suddenly subjected to a powerful pressure that made it almost stop breathing.
