He took out the Saint-level pen of finishing touch and looked at his right wrist.
Sensing his gaze, the Vermilion Bird shivered in fear and pretended to be dead.
"A chat?" Xiao ran said.
The Vermilion Bird knew that he could no longer pretend. A red glow rose and flew out from his wrist. He looked at him with hidden bitterness, and his claw pointed at Xiao Wu on the ground."His bloodline has returned to its ancestor. The bloodline of the ancient Qilin of fate is also the top among true spirits. It's not inferior to me. Why do you keep staring at me?"
"Roar!" Xiao Wu was dissatisfied, roaring at it.
He then took out ten drops of blood essence and handed them to Xiao ran.
"Look at his level of awareness. His thinking is much higher than yours." Xiao ran said.
The Vermilion Bird had resigned itself to its fate. It had thought that this fellow would resist, but it didn't expect him to be such a coward. He didn't even complain before handing over the blood essence.