Little Green's voice was rather flat. Others might not have noticed, but Su Jiu, who knew him reasonably well, could still hear the emotion beneath his words.
Little Green seemed to be in low spirits...
Yun Huanling still did not understand. "What exactly was the grand gift that man mentioned? Was he talking about this Tower Pavilion collapsing? So he could bury all of us inside it?"
Su Jiu shook her head and said coldly, "The Vermilion Bird."
For a moment, Yun Huanling failed to grasp what she meant. "The Vermilion Bird? What Vermilion Bird? What does this have to do with the Vermilion Bird?"
Chu Luohen swept a cold glance over Yun Huanling, a flicker of disdain passing through his eyes. "The Vermilion Bird is about to wake up. Can't you feel it?"
"The Vermilion Bird is about to wake up? How is that possible? Wasn't it sealed to the Crucifix with those nails?"
Su Jiu sighed. "But those nails belong to the Gray-Clothed Man."
Yun Huanling finally caught up with the others, though he began to doubt himself. From the looks of it, had he been the only one who failed to react in time? He pursed his lips and said nothing more.
As the building shook more violently, Little Green began urging them to leave again.
Chu Luohen frowned. "Are you really going to deal with the Vermilion Bird and restore the Spirit Source all by yourself?"
Little Green smiled easily. "Neither is actually all that difficult for me. The Vermilion Bird has been affected by the nails and asleep for so long that it certainly won't have the power it possessed at its peak. Although I'm only a part split off from the Azure Dragon Sacred Spirit, I'm still strong enough to contend with a Vermilion