This day, Fang Hong ended his three-year closed-door Cultivation.
Just after stepping out of the secret room in his Cultivation courtyard and stretching his body, he suddenly noticed an unusual situation.
Fang Hong looked up into the distance and saw a lone gray bird standing on the corner of a nearby building.
The little bird was tilting its head, its eyes fixed directly on the direction of the secret room, as if observing something.
But when it sensed Fang Hong's gaze, it hurriedly turned its head away, pretending to preen its feathers.
That slightly clumsy movement looked strange no matter how one viewed it.
"That's interesting. Someone actually dares to monitor me in secret. Could it be that group from the auction back then?"
How sharp was Fang Hong's Divine Sense? He saw it at a glance.
This little bird was definitely not an ordinary bird, but an Immortal Beast specifically sent to monitor him.
He carefully recalled and soon thought of that auction from back then.
