But Loran Hill didn't ask too many questions at this time. He just slowly followed the girl in black and looked at the scenery around him.

This place seems to be somewhere in the mountains, sunny and peaceful, with a harmonious atmosphere.

"Why is the little phoenix so quiet today?" After walking for a while, the girl in front turned around, and the pearl hairpin in her black hair swayed.

....

"Did you just wake up? You've been such a sleepyhead lately. Is your awakening not over yet?"

"As you Western witches would say, it's rare for such a long time to last."

"But time is running out now."

The girl in black seemed to want to get over there quickly, so she grabbed Loran Hill's wrist, and then—

Everything around him suddenly became blurred, and in an instant, Loran Hill landed in a completely different place.

Is this space transfer or time acceleration? Before Loran Hill had time to think about it, he was surprised and shocked by the scene in front of him.

Before him lay a vast clearing in the valley, and in the center stood a thriving, towering tree. Its branches, leaves, and flowers were red. Layer upon layer of red stained the vast expanse of shade beneath it with a faint crimson hue.

And under this big tree, there was an extremely beautiful woman sitting in it. She was wearing a seven-colored feather dress, which was extremely gorgeous and had a serene appearance. There was a red dot like a bright flame between her eyebrows.

At that moment, she gently raised her arm, gazing at a yellow bird perched on her sleeve, seemingly listening to something. Behind her, atop the giant fiery red tree, hundreds of birds of various colors, shapes, and species perched quietly in their branches, gazing at the woman below. Their expressions seemed to be either adoring or awaiting instructions.

After a while, the yellow bird on her wrist took off, and the beautiful woman clapped her hands lightly, and many birds leaped into the sky together, circled the tree three times, chirped several times, and then flew to a corner of the sky.

"The phoenix and the little phoenix are back." She looked at the returning girl in black and Loran Hill with a slight smile on her face, making people feel that the whole summer has become gentle and no longer hot.

And the identity of this woman gradually became known to Loran Hill during the conversation.

She is none other than the ancient leader of the Eastern Continent, buried in the dust of history, the Witch of Phoenix, Caihua.