"Are you really not going? Are you sure?" The Demon Lord looked at Ren Feifan, his eyes somewhat grave.
He was now only a soul and couldn't leave this space for too long.
It was simply impossible for him to retrieve it himself.
Every time he stepped into reality, there were certain limitations.
Exceeding this limit, he was likely to dissipate into thin air.
At present, Ren Feifan was his only possibility of restoring his body.
However, he also understood Ren Feifan's refusal, as anyone would feel the same.
Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Did you just say you're looking for the ancient Vermilion Bird?"
Ren Feifan nodded, surprised, "Don't tell me the Vermilion Bird is on the Pilgrimage Mountain, such a low-level lie I really don't believe..."
