"On this day, within the world, the giant Sparrows cried in unison, rosy clouds blazing across the sky, borrowing the momentum to molt and transform."
"On this day, outside the world, the Holy Dragon let out a mournful cry, turning into azure smoke and scattering far and wide."
Feng Qin, who had been staring at Southern China falling away below like an ant on a hot pan, turned to look at the girl who suddenly started chanting.
For a moment she was a bit dazed. "What the hell does that mean?"
She saw Zi Yuan close her eyes, face full of rage. "This is… Sparrow devours Dragon!"
Each word came out like she was carrying some deep blood feud.
"Where's the Sparrow then?" Feng Qin and the little bear charm both leaned over the edge and peered down for a long time, but saw no giant Sparrow anywhere.
Seriously though, what the hell is a Sparrow? Python plus sparrow? Sparrow devours Dragon—does that come from some legend? Sounds like the kind of idiom they'd teach you in textbooks.
