Phoenix Feather?
This confirmed Zhang Jian's suspicion. He gazed at the feather, and his keen Divine Thought indeed sensed a distant, sacred aura emanating from it.
Bai Xianyin was somewhat reluctant to put down the exquisite Phoenix Feather, clearly enamored by its splendor, but she still handed it over to Zhang Jian.
"Young Master, this feather contains a trace of pure Phoenix True Flame. Be cautious not to activate it with your magical power; it holds the last vestige of the Feng Ling Ghost King's vitality!"
Zhang Jian delicately stroked the Seven-Colored Feather, feeling a strong Spiritual Pressure within the depths of his eyes.
This Spiritual Pressure seemed to come from the depths of the soul, a dominance inherent in ancient creatures, as if rooted in the heart.
It was like a mouse facing a cat.
Such power of a Divine Beast is unimaginable.
