After kicking Black Tortoise away, Vermillion Bird could not resist sneaking back to see her man.0

Tang Wanzhuang was still tied up hosting the banquet. If she did not take advantage of this time to talk to her little man, when else would she get the chance?0

It’s honestly quite amusing. She always acts so high and mighty, refusing to participate in any social gatherings, yet here she is, having to dutifully engage her guests like a good host. Heh…0

This is why it’s much better to be in a demonic cult! We can act freely. Who cares if others call us rude? Why should we give them any face?1

Feeling refreshed, Vermillion Bird quietly slipped into Zhao Changhe’s room. She observed from outside for a moment and saw Zhao Changhe painfully trying to heal himself with the Rejuvenation Art.0

So pitiful, even his bandages were wrapped by Cui Wenjing…0

Wait, pitiful? He even has a father-in-law doting on him.0

With a blank expression, Vermillion Bird appeared inside the room. Zhao Changhe paused his recovery and also looked at her expressionlessly, “Venerable, done fighting?”0

Vermillion Bird tossed a bottle of medicine over to him. “Ever since you shared the Rejuvenation Art with Venerable Black Tortoise, our holy cult’s medical knowledge has improved. This is a newly...0