A system named Zhaozhao, at the request of the Main God, travels to various worlds as a quick transmigration task-taker.
As the journey of life begins, one legend after another unfolds. He is...
"Okay, stop surrounding Zhaozhao. Our youngest is shy." Honghu, dressed in snow-white, squeezed in, his silvery and gentle eyes looking straight into the pair of clean and cold emerald eyes.
This is Bai Yu, the second elder of the Phoenix clan. After she gave the order, the other spirit birds stopped surrounding Zhao Zhao and teasing him.
A huge yellow phoenix came from behind and transformed into human form with Zhao Zhao and Bai Yu in front of the Phoenix Lord Hall. The three elders with exquisite appearance and imposing aura appeared together, instantly attracting the attention of countless people.
"Three elders, please come in."
As soon as they stood still, the Phoenix Lord sent someone to invite them in. Bai Yu placed her slender fingers on the top of Zhao Zhao's head and said gently, "Do you have any gifts?"
She was worried about the same problem as Nan Yu just now.
When the elders first see the cubs, they should prepare gifts. This is a tradition of the Phoenix tribe and represents their love and care for the newborn cubs.
Zhao Zhao was young and they were worried that he would forget about it.
"Yes." Zhao Zhao did not forget. The young man with a cold temperament raised his hand slightly, and a small red stone was lying on his snow-white palm.
Nan Yu and Bai Yu's expressions remained unchanged as they continued to smile and praise, "The youngest has grown up and even knows how to prepare gifts for the cubs."
"The stone is very beautiful. I believe the young masters will like it."
Zhao Zhao calmly put away the stone and walked into the palace with the other two elders.
There are many spirit beasts coming to congratulate today, but only a few pure-blooded phoenixes are allowed to enter the Phoenix Lord's palace.
As soon as he stepped into the barrier, the earth-shaking cries of the cubs inside came into his mind, and Zhao Zhao, whose mental strength was weak, felt a little dizzy.
A pleasant fragrance wafted from the tip of his nose. Nan Yu stood in front of him, his ears slightly warm, and Bai Yu's warm palm covered his ears.