"Lord Vermilion Bird, she doesn't count as a member of the Vermilion Bird Family! Take a look at her appearance, how does that resemble any one of us? She's simply a bastard child and not from our family's bloodline!"
Shen Jiayi's words got more vulgar, and even the sage who stood at the side frowned in displeasure.
Shen Jiayi was a young girl who had only just reached her adulthood. How could she say such hurtful words toward Shen Yanxiao, a relative from the same family?
"Slut, hurry up and get lost! You don't have the right to stand here! A little bastard like you might as well drop dead." Shen Jiayi's jealousy caused her to scream her inner thoughts aloud. She would rather die than see that trash with the Vermilion Bird.
Endless vulgarities flooded the cave, and that little girl at the corner seemed so fragile and helpless, and she did not even react to Shen Jiayi's insults.
Unbeknownst to them, the Vermilion Bird surged with anger.
