Many supremes left with excitement, leaving only two people and the nearby Vermilion Bird Saintess curiously watching them.
"Is this fellow Daoist the current Vermilion Bird Saintess?"
Jiang Ding did not release the girl in his arms, smiling as he asked.
Throughout history, the Vermilion Bird Holy Land and Fusang Holy Land had been life-and-death blood allies, allies of empresses, supporting each other through many generations of immortal courts, enduring numerous conspiracies and cunning traps.
The current Vermilion Bird Saintess looked extraordinary.
She was a cute female cultivator wearing a lake-blue palace dress with skin as white as snow, bright large eyes, and an obvious curve at her chest, seemingly at the threshold of breaking through from Eight Tribulation Venerable to Quasi-Emperor.
Very impressive indeed.
