"I say, Fatty Mao Er, can you mind your words? Do you think being so sloppy does justice to your little bird's identity?" Old Jin smiled cheerfully.
"Pah!" Fatty Mao Er was furious, "I'm the Vermilion Bird! The Ancient Divine Beast Vermilion Bird! Do you believe this old lady will throw you off, you yellow-haired cat?!"
Old Jin laughed, An Yiqing laughed, everyone laughed.
Gu Yelin held onto her tightly and refused to let go, so An Yiqing had no choice but to let him hold her like that. Sitting on the wide back of the Vermilion Bird, feeling the fierce wind blowing against her face, An Yiqing sighed in her heart. She hadn't expected Fatty Mao Er to actually be the Vermilion Bird, no wonder it could breathe fire.
Tilting her head to glance at Old Jin, who was arguing with Fatty Mao Er, An Yiqing's eyebrows curved into a smile. Of the Four Divine Beasts, only the White Tiger was left, and Old Jin was undoubtedly the White Tiger.
