C251 Can't be Let Go!(1)

In the dimly lit space, an indescribable foul odor caused Zopyrus to furrow his brow slightly.

Atop the white jade staircase, the Old Vermilion Bird Lord sat still as a statue, or more accurately, like a corpse that had been dead for days.

"Aias?" The Old Vermilion Bird Lord's voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Are you a disciple of House Vermilion Bird?" he inquired.

"Reporting.