Vermilion Bird.
She was a formidable woman.
Her strength was at least comparable to that of a Human Immortal.
A dead silence enveloped the scene.
Everyone had a complex expression on their faces.
"Is that true?" someone asked inquiringly.
"It should be true..." a man slowly said, "They all have the surname Mo."
Everyone panicked.
The woman Vermilion Bird had a fierce temper.
If you provoke her, you'll suffer one way or another.
"This has nothing to do with me," a man stated first and then left.
"It has nothing to do with me either," another man said as he also started to leave.
"You all saw it, it was this old man who made the move, I didn't do anything, I was just getting beaten the whole time," another man said.
"I also didn't do anything, I'm innocent," another man slowly said.
The dozen gathered people scattered at that moment.
"I'm not afraid, I don't believe Vermilion Bird can do anything to me," the white-haired old man said confidently.
