"Take advantage of my lucidity and leave. Once I fall into confusion, you won't be able to escape." The peacock spoke in a melancholic tone.

It had been enslaved.

"How can I help you?" Su He asked.

The peacock shook its head, its crest swaying with the motion: "My original body is long dead, this drop of essence blood has been refined by someone. To help me, you would have to snatch the Peacock's True Blood from a powerful being. How can you, a naive child, help me?"