“You’re saying A’Cang let you hurt her?” The gray sparrow’s expression filled with uncertainty, but then, it burst into laughter. “You’re just a tiny little Gathering Stars cultivator. Don’t you think you’re reading too much into this?”

Su Yi ignored the bird’s jeers and relaxed his grip.

Whoosh!

The golden blood shot into the tree covered in the corpses of stars, then disappeared.

When he saw this, Su Yi said thoughtfully, “Tell me, why did you let me stab you?”

The gray sparrow said irritably, “A’Cang, whatever you do, don’t pay this self-conceited punk any heed. He…”

Before he could finish, a wisp of green, crystal clear light descended, forming a translucent, slender hand. It gently patted the bird. 

At the same time, a serene, clear voice rang out. “Little Sparrow, let me talk to him.”

The gray sparrow instantly fell silent, while Su Yi exclaimed, “Don’t tell me the Source of the Azure gave rise to a wisp of consciousness?”

“You’ve misunderstood, Fellow Daoist. Both the sparrow and I are Xiantian Spirits born within the Origins of the Azure, but we are not its consciousness.”

Her voice was like the burbling of...