Feng Yansheng stood by the window of the main shrine, where only he was allowed to stay, and it is also the place where they worship the beast god.
His gaze was calm as he watched the distant chaos of the emissaries in the temple; once again, his temple has become lively.
He felt like a puppeteer watching a play he had already won. However, his smug expression vanished in a heartbeat.
A sudden tremor vibrated through his personal domain...the private space where he had hidden the egg. It wasn't a physical shake, but a spiritual one.
He immediately closed his eyes, letting his consciousness slip into his domain.
In the center of the safe space, the Winged Serpent egg was no longer sitting quietly. It was glowing with a faint light, and the shell was vibrating.
Feng Yansheng was genuinely shocked. Is the egg hatching? He furrowed his eyebrows in deep confusion.
