"South State?"
Lionel Yeager blinked, asking, "Isn’t the largest family in the South State the Vermilion Bird Clan?"
"That’s right."
James Wilbur nodded, saying, "Brother Yeager, are you interested in the Vermilion Bird Clan?
If you’d like to make their acquaintance, I could introduce you."
"Hmm?"
Lionel Yeager blinked again, asking, "Is your family close with the Vermilion Bird Clan?"
"Uh..."
James Wilbur opened his mouth, saying, "We have some connections."
"Oh..."
Lionel Yeager nodded, saying, "If I have the chance, I might visit the South State."
"Great!"
James Wilbur was very pleased, "I’ll invite you to visit our family when you do!"
Bardon Bard took a sip of alcohol, asking, "Brother Wilbur, what’s the story with that bird on your shoulder? It looks rather spiritual."
James Wilbur replied, "It’s called Hundreds of Crowing Birds, my Spirit Beast."
Lionel Yeager also fixed his eyes on the firebird on his shoulder.
Previously, when Big White faced off with this firebird, it was like confronting a formidable enemy.
This bird was probably not an ordinary Spirit Beast.
Even though it looks small now, it may be able to grow big like Big White.
James Wilbur then asked, "By the way, where are you heading next?"
Lionel Yeager replied, "To the Myth Martial clan."
"To the Myth Martial clan?"
James Wilbur looked puzzled, "What are you going to do at the Myth Martial clan? What fun is there with those old turtles, why not come to the South State instead?"
"Old turtles?"
A twitch appeared at the corner of Lionel Yeager’s mouth.
However, since Myth Martial indeed represents the turtle-snake combined Divine Beast, being called old turtles wasn’t wrong.
But looking at this guy’s demeanor, he seemed not to fear the Myth Martial clan at all.
After all, the Myth Martial clan is one of the Four Supreme Divine Beast Clans of Kun Lin Ruins, which most people wouldn’t dare to provoke.
Lionel Yeager grew even more curious about this guy’s identity.
"Right."
James Wilbur nodded, saying, "Is Myth Martial not represented by turtles? I didn’t say anything wrong."
Boris Moore frowned, saying, "Brother Wilbur, it’s better not to speak carelessly.
If someone from the Myth Martial clan hears you, it could spell trouble."
"What of it? If those old turtles cause me any trouble, I’ll just go back to the South State and ask my father for help!"
James Wilbur waved his hand nonchalantly, then turned to Lionel Yeager, asking, "Brother Yeager, why not just go with us to the South State?"
Lionel Yeager said, "I still need to make a trip to the Myth Martial clan.
As for the South State, maybe some other time."
James Wilbur said, "Okay then, we’ll just go with you!"
Lionel Yeager shook his head, "Suit yourself."
After finishing their drinks.
Everyone booked a few guest rooms and retired to their respective rooms to rest.
While bathing.
Lionel Yeager asked Big White, "Big White, that firebird isn’t just an ordinary Spirit Beast, is it?"
Big White nodded.
Lionel Yeager continued to ask, "What kind of Spirit Beast is that firebird exactly?"
Big White shook his head, indicating he was not too sure.
Lionel Yeager thought for a moment, then continued, "Can you beat that firebird?"
Big White nodded, then shook his head again, suggesting he wasn’t certain he could win.
Inside a private room in a coffee shop.
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