Qin Yi's lips curled into a cold smile. Though your words sound nice, they can't hide the cold blood of you, the Vermilion Bird.
Even as a Guardian God, you have no right to decide the life and death of others.
But, given the number of battles the Vermilion Bird has experienced, some cold-bloodedness is understandable. Without hatred, she wouldn't have reached her current position and cultivation. Every successful person stands atop a pile of bones, don't they?
Of course, Qin Yi felt a bit comforted in his heart, because this way, the destruction of the Shi Family was entirely due to the Vermilion Bird. It was her indulgence that allowed the Shi Family to become a scourge, leading to their eventual annihilation by him. Ultimately, the culprit was still the Vermilion Bird.
The Vermilion Bird looked at Qin Yi and smiled, "Considering we are old acquaintances, could you...?"
"You want me to give the Phoenix Gall to Murong Qianxun?" Qin Yi asked with a smile.
