On an ancient tree that has traveled through the clouds, there is a wooden palace. In the palace lives the old Witch Spirit Sacrifice from the Wing Human Tribe, who is good at divination and soul healing. At the same time, in order to communicate with the holy tree, they have never entered the mortal world and kept their souls pure. Therefore, the Witch Spirit Sacrifice is the only person in the Wing Human Tribe who is respected besides the king.
At this moment, a man as handsome as a god from heaven stood in the hall. His white wings were folded behind his back at will. The wing crown on his head showed his status as a man. He looked at the old wizard spirit priest.
"Priest, how to find my destined wings"
The old priest sighed: "My respected king, I have divined your future once. Once I find your destined wings, the winged people will bleed like rivers. It is a cause and an effect. His existence will disrupt the situation in the world. It is good and bad. Are you still looking for him?"
"Yes, please tell me how to find him" the man replied without hesitation
The old priest threw a piece of tortoise shell into the brazier, and the brazier instantly burst into flames more than one meter high: "Four years later, you will travel south from Wing City. When you encounter trouble, you will return. Under the guidance of fate, he will appear in front of you at the critical moment. You will see the most beautiful blue in the world. If he does not help you, you will be doomed. He is your destined wing, but you may not be his."
"Thank you for the sacrifice, take care." The man turned and left.
Intention: He runs away, he chases, they are unable to fly