Inside the Immortal Mansion, the crimson young bird was happily enjoying itself. It ran around the small courtyard Fang Qingyuan had set up, constantly searching for tasty insects.
Fang Qingyuan had shrouded this small courtyard with an array, mainly to prevent Jinbao and the young bird from discovering the true nature of the Immortal Mansion.
Unlike the outside world, everything beyond the Immortal Mansion's surrounding Spirit Shield was pitch-black, making the distinction obvious.
However, his preparations had clearly been unnecessary. After entering, Jinbao and the young bird showed no interest whatsoever in the world beyond the array.
Seeing the crimson young bird in such a contented state, a wave of annoyance washed over Jinbao. For some unknown reason, it just couldn't stand the sight of the bird.
Fang Qingyuan was well aware of this and tried to keep the two little ones apart. But now, caught in a perilous situation, he had forgotten.
