Of the so-called schemes of the Heavenly Emperor and the Dao Venerable, the greatest mystery actually lay with the Dao Venerable.
What was that fellow's deal?
Not only was the Vermilion Bird full of questions, even Yan Qianlie, his "trusted confidant," had no idea, nor did Chu Tiange, the favored son.
Chu Tiange had wondered about this before. This Dao Venerable made no sense. Look, the Heavenly Emperor held the Azure Dragon Mausoleum, the Buddha Ancestor occupied the White Tiger Mausoleum, yet the mausoleums of the northern and southern emperors were unexplored secret realms, waiting for Qiu Wuji and Yan Qianlie to take one each. So what about the Dao Venerable?
Was he just freeloading?
Clearly, this was a special link in the Heavenly Dao's design. No one had anticipated the variable this bizarre Dao Venerable introduced into the battle in the Buddha Kingdom. Would the future problem of the Heavenly Emperor also hinge on this?
Even Qiu Wuji did not know. In fact, she could have known, but she was simply not reading what Chu Ge wrote these days, lest it interfere with her own judgment.
When Chu Ge returned to his original body with the bird in hand, he saw Qiu Wuji leaning against the headboard, reading a novel on her phone. She had been reading for quite a while.
With that almost-smile at the corners of her mouth and that "so that's it," "now I get it" expression, she looked utterly sweet and adorable.
Chu Ge could not resist kissing her.
"Aaah!" Qiu Wuji jumped up. "What's so hot?!"
"..." Chu Ge looked down. "My bird."
"Go to hell." Qiu Wuji lashed out with a kick.
Chu Ge raised his hand to block.
A little red bird went flying, smacked into the wall, and slowly slid down.