Before they left, the Vermilion Bird stepped to the female Phoenix and looked at the fluff ball that had crouched in his hair for months. He was unwilling to part with the little Phoenix.
"You little thing. Finally, you can get away, and I am finally free. You must listen to your parents from now on." The Vermilion Bird gently poked at the little sleeping Phoenix.
The little Phoenix might have sensed something had happened. It opened its tired eyes and saw the Vermilion Bird's finger. Out of habit, the little Phoenix rubbed against that finger.
The Vermilion Bird forced a smile. He put his hand back, and stepped back toward Shen Yanxiao, ready to go.
When the little Phoenix, who had just woken up, saw the Vermilion Bird had turned around, and seemed to be irritated by it. Suddenly, the little Phoenix flapped its wings and jumped out from the female Phoenix's hand.
