"Fellow Daoist Jiang, I truly hadn't expected that we would meet again after such a short time. It seems our purposes are the same—we both came to the Vermilion Bird Holy Land, both to see the Vermilion Bird Supreme."
"I once heard a saying: those fated to meet will meet even a thousand miles apart."
"I now feel that it makes a great deal of sense. The fate between us is growing ever deeper."
Xiao Qing took one step forward and arrived before the mountain gate of the Vermilion Bird Holy Land. Her gaze shifted onto Jiang Yan, and a trace of surprise flashed through her eyes before she came to a sudden realization.
That was right.
Given Jiang Yan's condition and strength, he would surely seek out the foremost experts of the Human Race, hoping to resolve the trouble afflicting him.
Since he had already arrived in the territory under the Vermilion Bird Holy Land's jurisdiction, there was naturally a high chance that he had come to seek the Vermilion Bird Supreme's aid.
Xiao Qing had not considered this before, but now she understood everything.
"That is indeed rather coincidental, though not overly so. For someone like you to come looking for the Vermilion Bird is quite normal."
"Please!"
Jiang Yan blinked and pushed his hand forward. A golden bridge formed beneath their feet, crossing layer upon layer of space until it reached the depths of the Vermilion Bird Holy Land.
The two of them then ascended step by step.
Xiao Qing was exceedingly curious. Her face wore an expression of wanting to ask yet knowing she should not. In the end, she could not hold herself back.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, may I ask what exactly your relationship with the Vermilion Bird is? If it is not too good,