Jiang Chen wasn’t the least intimidated by the bald cultivator. With the Kunpeng Meteoric Escape, he flashed out of the way.
The bald cultivator hadn’t forgotten that his job was to keep the sacred beast occupied. He blinked when Jiang Chen backed away and didn’t give chase. Instead, he stared doggedly at the Vermilion Bird.
He expected the bird to follow Jiang Chen’s footsteps as a contracted spirit. Yet it didn’t move at all, its eyes locking with his. It was as if the bird didn’t care that Jiang Chen had fled and wasn’t interested in protecting the human at all.