The Classic of Mountains and Seas, Book of the Western Mountains: "There is a bird whose shape resembles a crane. It has one leg, red markings, a blue body, and a white beak. It is called Bifang, and its call sounds like its name. When it appears, a fire will break out in the town." As one of only two divine Bifang birds in all the lands, and the only pureblood fire-element Bifang, I naturally have a magnificent name: Jing Hua! "Suddenly, splendid pavilions rise against the cliffs; may their fine name spread everywhere." Zhe Yan chose my name for me. I think it's from some great poet of the Song Dynasty. Oh, yes, Su Shi! But I don't know which poem it's from. I have always lived in Zhe Yan's Ten-Mile Peach Grove. Aside from Qing Qiu, it's the most beautiful place I know. Zhe Yan and I bicker, and I go with Fourth Brother Bai to hunt for the Peach Blossom Wine Zhe Yan has secretly buried. In our free time, the three of us fish by the lake, or I play the Ming Yan flute while Fourth Brother Bai dances with his sword and Zhe Yan enjoys his wine nearby. Later, there were four of us. The fourth was Bai Qian, the youngest daughter of Fox Emperor Bai Zhi and the little imperial princess of Qing Qiu. She was a girl twenty thousand years younger than me, and Fourth Brother Bai's younger sister. Oh, I forgot to mention that I should call that old fellow Bai Zhi "Uncle." But so what! Hahaha.
