Vermilion Bird woke up and glanced at the old man, letting out a cold snort.
Clearly, she had also sensed the old man's extraordinary presence, which had startled her awake, but she was quite displeased with the old man for disturbing her sleep in Xiao Han's arms.
Slowly walking over, the old man sat down beside Xiao Han and the others, gave his waist a rub, and sighed somewhat, "I'm old, not much use anymore."
"The Blood Demon, known for his unmatched prowess, has finally admitted he's old. If those in the Martial Arts world heard this, they'd probably be in shock," Xiao Han said lightly.
At the mention of Blood Demon, Vermilion Bird's expression shook, and a strong battle intent emerged in her eyes as she stared at the old man.
