He didn't dare to tell the Heavenly Emperor what to do, asking the Heavenly Emperor to refrain from gossiping.
...
Regret.
The Roc Bird was filled with regret at this moment.
With a bald forehead and blood-stained prison garments, he sat obediently beneath a Spiritual Treasure prison pillar, his limbs bound by chains.
The restraints on the Roc Bird's body were all personally set by Zi Yao, stable and secure.
Three sword intents left by the Tongtian Sect Leader hovered not far above the Roc Bird's head, ready to strike at any moment.
The current face of the Roc Bird had lost its oiliness and actually looked more like a tough man instead, with his innate Dao Body frame slightly on the larger side, a somewhat gaunt face, and that characteristic hooked nose sketching out a 'still somewhat handsome' visage.
When Li Ping'an arrived, the Roc Bird was just sitting there with lifeless eyes, motionless.
