Just then, the Vermilion Bird Star Lord suddenly let out a soft "hm?" of surprise and turned her head to look behind her.
In the Void a hundred li away, a man was striding through the air toward them.
His face was like a bull's head, his eyes like windmills, with six arms, a towering, burly frame, skin like forged gold-iron, and every hair on his body like a drawn Sword.
—No matter how one looked at that face, it did not resemble a man, yet the Vermilion Bird Star Lord knew that the one before her was a Human Clan God of rather impure blood.
He carried a jar of liquor in his hand, his bearing careless and brash, loose yet flamboyant.
"Li Tan?"
A solemn glint flashed deep in the Vermilion Bird Star Lord's eyes, though her face remained as calm as ever: "At a time like this, you still have leisure to come to me? Is it for that Holy Emperor seedling of your Human Clan? Rest easy, I've no interest in him at the moment."
