The Vermilion Bird Daoist blinked, looking at the two people in front of her.
"Ve... Vermilion Bird Daoist, hello..."
The Fusang Saintess was somewhat nervous.
She had never seen the Vermilion Bird Daoist when she was young and could only communicate with her in an inexperienced manner, just like how one would with an ordinary disciple.
At the same time, she couldn't help but open a protective shield to protect the newborn Vermilion Bird Daoist, as even a trace of sword intent or mana from a Sword Cultivator could instantly kill this little being without any resistance.
The Vermilion Bird Daoist looked at her in confusion.
"I, teacher."
Jiang Ding gently pushed aside the Fusang Saintess' shield, pointed at himself, then at the woman beside him: "She, Fusangzi, your friend."
"Yiya..."
The Vermilion Bird Daoist babbled something.
