Peking Opera Cat Heart Feather

"The leader of the Peking Opera Cats has been demonized! Why can the cats of your Bu Sect speak so lightly about it?" Wu Song looked at Gu Feng, Gu Yue, and Bian Ri in front of him along the way. When they mentioned the matter of their leader being demonized, they all looked indifferent, as if it was not worth mentioning at all. This made him feel angry.

"Except for strictly controlling Shi Jing, he really hasn't done anything bad." Bian Ri said casually with an indifferent look.

"What?" The moment these words left his mouth, the cats present were all filled with astonishment. After all, all those previously demonized sect leaders had gone mad and committed horrific acts. And yet, the Bu Sect's leader, simply controlling the Time Crystal, could make them think it was nothing. It was truly unbelievable.

However, even as the other cats were stunned, Bai Xinyu fell into deep thought. She carefully pondered what Bianri had just said, and suddenly, a sudden realization struck her: "So that's how it is. Although he appears to only control the Time Crystal, he's actually indirectly controlling the entire Bu Sect through this very mechanism. The Bu Sect has become extremely dependent on the Time Crystal. His tight control over it is like placing heavy shackles on everyone, making it impossible for anyone to break free."

"Then, as one of the twelve tribal leaders, why don't you gather everyone's strength to rescue the demonized clan leader?" Xiaoqing frowned, her mind racing as she pondered the reasons. She couldn't help but think that, while only the clan leader was suffering from the demonization disaster, the other twelve tribal leaders were all safe and sound!

"Ah... it's a long story." Bian Ri sighed heavily, his face full of helplessness, and he said slowly: "It's all because of the mysterious time crystal. You know, when we don't have enough time to control, we are no match for Feng Wuji. Now, he has even controlled a huge amount of time. As a result, the gap in strength between us and him is even greater. It is almost impossible to defeat him!" After saying that, Bian Ri shook his head helplessly again, his face full of worry.

However, at that moment, Bian Ri suddenly cast his gaze towards the kittens standing before him, a glint of hope in his eyes. He chuckled, but that smile was somewhat strange, making it difficult to discern his true intentions. "I firmly believe that with the help of you little heroes, we will be able to quell this Bu Zong rebellion and restore peace to the world!"

After trudging over several undulating, weed-covered mounds, the group finally spotted a relatively small house not far ahead. It stood alone, surrounded by a few empty houses and a few dilapidated thatched huts. In the center of this small clearing, a tall flagpole stood proudly, a slightly tattered flag fluttering in the wind. Upon closer inspection, a large, crooked black character for "Hai" (hai) was scribbled on the flag.

"This should be where the leaders of the twelve tribes live. Humph! I hate those deceitful scoundrels! Let's get going!" Bai Tang muttered with disdain as he frowned, surveying the low, shabby house before him. Especially when he saw the tattered flag, he turned without hesitation and prepared to leave this unpleasant place.

However, upon hearing Bai Tang's words, the others immediately became anxious. One of them, completely disregarding his own image, threw himself to the ground like a child, hugged Bai Tang's thighs tightly, and cried out at the top of his lungs, "Oh no! You promised me, how can you just change your mind like that? Please don't leave, okay..."

At this moment, Wu Song, who had been silent the whole time, looked up at the sun that was gradually setting in the sky, then he sighed deeply and said helplessly, "Wanzi, don't be impulsive. It's getting late now, and the terrain of Bu Zong is so complicated that we can't tell the directions at all. If we leave rashly, what if we get lost again? In my opinion, we should stay here for the time being and make plans after tomorrow morning."

Xiaoqing, who was standing nearby, nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Wu Song's opinion: "Yes, yes, Baitang. Besides, even if we want to leave, we must first understand the specific situation of this Bu Sect. Otherwise, if we encounter any danger, we won't even have a way to deal with it."