Suddenly Okay Part 4
Shen Yanxiao faintly smiled. Not knowing what to do, she nibbled on her lips, before saying, “Have I frightened the sage? I’m truly sorry, for I too don’t know what’s going on. Just now, when I was signing the agreement, with the Vermillion Bird, the inside of my brain suddenly become much more clear-headed. I remember that I was once akin to an idiot, but unknowingly, with what’s just happened, it seems that I’ve become normal.”
With her reserved, little hands of grasped onto her clothes’ fringes, Shen Yanxiao seemingly appeared as if she were really a sincere little girl, who was somewhat at her wit’s end.
The sage promptly put away the astonishment that was on his face, but his mind was nevertheless pondering over this freakish matter.
He was very clear about Shen Yanxiao’s circumstances—a congenital deficiency, where she had shortcoming of wisdom. A certain person had previously inquired to him about Shen Yanxiao’s circumstances many times within these few years, and he’d long already become certain that Shen Yanxiao’s wisdom was unable to reinstated. However, just how, she’d suddenly become okay?
Could it be that all of this was because of the Vermillion Bird?
It had already been a century since a mythological beast had appeared at this world. Regarding every single piece of information about the mythological beasts, they were all blockaded by each and every clan. Although there was some information about the mythological beasts within the God’s Domain, it nevertheless wasn’t well-rounded at all. The sage could only treat the reinstatement of Shen Yanxiao’s wisdom as the Vermillion Bird’s contribution.
“Very good, it’s indeed very good like this. I believe that your family will certainly be happy for you.” The sage gently lifted his hand and wanted to rub Shen Yanxiao’s head.
However, a bunch of flames nevertheless coalesced, impolitely forcing his palm open.
Along with the path of flame soaring, the Vermillion Bird had once again changed its enormous body out of its beast form, and transformed into the appearance of a three to four year old child.
“Don’t have an itchy hand.” The Vermilion Bird snorted as he spoke.
He wasn’t fond of the human race. Accepting a master was already like tackling a difficult job for him, and he certainly didn’t want the smell of another of the human race on his little master’s body.
The sage broke into laughter as he withdrew his hand.