The Black Tortoise released his hand that was covering Mianmian's eyes.
He had been worried that the Vermilion Bird, after being reborn, would still look like an adult man, which might damage Mianmian's eyes. Now that the Vermilion Bird had become a little milk baby, it was no longer a concern.
With the hand no longer covering her eyes, the anxious Mianmian finally saw the resurrected Vermilion Bird.
At first glance, it was a milky baby that looked even younger than herself, and Mianmian was stunned.
"How can this be? Can the shrunken Vermilion Bird still produce the Fire Spirit?"
The Black Tortoise: "He can. He's still the Vermilion Bird, no doubt about it."
Meanwhile, the Blue Dragon had already picked up the milk baby Vermilion Bird with one hand. His eyes full of curiosity: "Why did he reincarnate into a milk baby?"
The Vermilion Bird continued to burble, with no one able to hear the self-talk of a milk baby.