White Tiger Is in Trouble

Bu Fang paused, his pupils constricted, and he fell silent. The voices of the Vermilion Bird and the Qilin rang out in his head. Yes, they both called him at the same time.

He frowned. 'Why did they both call me at the same time? Is something serious about to happen?' With a thought, he went into his spirit sea.

The hem of the Vermilion Robe snapped as Bu Fang hovered in the center of the spirit sea, looking at the enormous Qilin and Vermilion Bird in the distance. Vermilion Bird was ablaze. Fully recovered, she gave him a very different feeling. In the past, she seemed to lack spirituality, and now she was a being with blood and flesh.

"What's the matter?" Bu Fang asked, puzzled.

A rumbling sound rang out as Qilin moved slightly. However, he did not say anything but just rolled his eyes. It was Vermilion Bird who did the talking.