The Vermilion Bird sneered: "The so-called tiger's den and dragon's lair of Chang'an, in my eyes, are nothing. I can come whenever I want and leave whenever I wish. Who can stop me!"
After saying this, the Vermilion Bird glanced again at Zhao Changhe's disguised face and continued: "Little brother from the Buddhist sect, I have something to say to you. Would you be willing to have a chat?"
Zhao Changhe had no choice but to say: "Since the Venerable invites, even if knives rain down from the sky, I must go."
The Vermilion Bird flicked a crimson cloak and turned into the alleyway's end: "Then follow me."
Yuxu looked at the two acting, shook his head, and flew away.
