Vermilion Bird kicked Xuanwu away, but still couldn't help slipping back to see the man.
While Tang Wanju was busy hosting the banquet, why not seize the moment to chat with the little man?
How absurd, preaching about lofty ideals, not engaging in any socializing. Yet here as the host, isn't one obliged to interact socially? People...
That's why the Demon Sect is so free, why care what others say about our rudeness, did we give them face?
Vermilion Bird went to Zhao Changhe's room feeling refreshed and observed secretly from outside. Zhao Changhe was struggling with applying the Rejuvenation Technique on himself.
How pitiable, even the bandages were wrapped by Cui Wenjing...
No, wait, pitiable? Even this had the care of a father-in-law.
Vermilion Bird appeared expressionless in the room, and Zhao Changhe stopped his cultivation, also expressionless, "Venerable, the fight is over?"
