The many Supremes departed in excitement, leaving only the two of them behind, along with the Vermilion Bird Holy Maiden watching them curiously from the side.
"Fellow Daoist, are you the Vermilion Bird Holy Maiden of this generation?"
Jiang Ding did not release the girl in his arms as he asked with a smile.
Throughout history, the Vermilion Bird Holy Land and the Fusang Sacred Land had always been blood allies bound by life and death, allies of the Imperial Consort. Across many generations of immortal dynasties' harems, they had supported one another through countless schemes and treacherous traps.
The Vermilion Bird Holy Maiden of this generation appeared quite extraordinary.
She was an adorable female cultivator dressed in a lake-blue palace gown, with skin like snow, bright large eyes, and an exceptionally pronounced figure. Her realm seemed to be at the threshold where an Eight-Tribulation Supreme was about to break through to Quasi-Emperor.
She was very impressive.
One had to know that the Fusang Sacred Land had never expanded, and its ability to obtain resources from the outside world was insufficient. Its cultivation environment was far inferior to that of the Dao Court.
"Your Majesty, I am Vermilion Bird."
The Vermilion Bird Holy Maiden looked at the person before her with immense admiration, her manner obedient and adorable.
"Mm, Fellow Daoist truly is an outstanding talent."
"The Vermilion Bird Holy Land helped me greatly within the Time Rift. To now meet its descendant and inheritor is truly a fortunate thing."
Jiang Ding smiled in praise.
The Vermilion Bird Holy Maiden lowered her head somewhat shyly.
Yet in her heart, she felt a measure of disappointment, along with much relief.
The immortal dynasty's harem had always been known for its shifting clouds and treacherous currents. Forget Eight-Tribulation Supremes—even Quasi-Emperors and Nine-Tribulation