The Vermilion Bird cautiously said, "But even if he truly comes, it doesn't mean he's willing to have a child with you... Although the Master is a peerless beauty, after all, humans and demons walk different paths. This kind of thing might be hard for him to accept?"
Zhu Wujiang was silent for a moment and said, "I think Chen Mo isn't that averse to the Demon Clan. You Ji is still doing well, which already shows his attitude, and the attraction of the bloodline is not something ordinary people can resist."
"But before that, there are some things I need to confirm first."
Seeing Zhu Wujiang's solemn expression, the Vermilion Bird did not ask further, bowing, "I will now take my leave."
With that, the figure slowly disappeared from sight.
Zhu Wujiang then flew towards the depths of the mountains.
Leaping into a cavern, he continued down a winding tunnel until he reached the deepest part of the mountain.
