It was noon.
A dark silhouette suddenly appeared in the sky, the Jingyao Divine Bird landed on the eaves. The elders' faces were pale, overwhelmed with fear. A few elders' legs gave way, collapsing to the ground. The divine bird let out a long cry, eyes full of disdain and pride. With a flap of its wings, it stirred a violent wind, and a letter fell to the ground.
In an instant, it flew away again. Zhou Zhengde picked up the envelope, inside it was written: "Three days left, prepare a generous gift, collect it tomorrow at dawn, southeast direction."
At this time, the Flower Cage Sect was already at their wit's end. Receiving the letter, they felt aggrieved and angry, but completely helpless. Their bodies trembled as they muddled through another day, the next morning, the elders supported each other, stumbling towards the southeastern coast.
