The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

Carrot Demon quietly repeated the words Bai Chen Feng told him. To stay close to Lord Little Yan and never leave her side, or die!

Looking at the Carrot Demon's calm face made Eagle Demon King felt that the former would do something and die in front of him for real should he disagree.

Without any other choice, he brought the bird and carrot. He flew to some trees that were quite some distance away, these trees were also relatively larger than the ones that carried the birdhouses.

Upon approaching a tree, Eagle Demon King pointed at the signs on it and started introductions. The flying school, hunting school, cultivation school, and even healing school…

These were all places established for young birds to learn. Although it was still early in the day, several young birds have formed flocks while heading for lessons.

Everyone was very orderly and formed neat teams in the sky. They successively dived into the birdhouses that represented the various schools on the tree.

While Lord Little Yan was still wondering which school she should attend first. Eagle Demon King simply dropped her off at the Elementary Flying School without a word.

The Elementary Flying School was for young birds around the age of one. It specializes in teaching newborns who did not know how to fly.

The group did not even know how to speak yet, there were only chirping, and cooing sounds of the birds. Causing Lord Little Yan to feel mentally tired…

The days slowly went by. Lord Little Yan worked hard and improved at an incredible speed.

Although there was no Bai Chen Feng's unconditional doting, the Carrot Demon was thorough in handling life's daily affairs. As such, she did not experience any inconveniences.

The Carrot Demon only accompanied Lord Little Yan for a few lessons. Upon seeing that the latter was settling in well, he also slowly loosens his grip to let her face things alone.

Lord Little Yan grew and developed quickly.

Within this unfamiliar environment, she still had an innate sense of vigilance for some unknown reasons. Even though she knew and slowly understood the history of birds and knowing that she was one of their members.

It made her unwilling to believe and invest her attention in things casually.

Lord Little Yan would occasionally ponder that this might be due to the noble arrogance within her blood. On the surface, she was able to assimilate into the Bird Tribe without problems.

She learned how to fly and even knew over a dozen different flying styles; she also learned about the Bird Tribe's history. She realized that the Bird Tribe was very tolerant of their own. Yet that heart of vigilance never lowered no matter how she wanted it to.

It was as though there was a voice in her brain that was constantly reminding her, alerting her not to believe it, not to invest any emotions in it! Doing so can avoid betrayal!

During the day, she would fly in the sky with the other children. Hunting together, looking for insects, fishing or forming teams to play in the sky without any goal in mind. Such carefreeness was indeed not something to worry about.

At night, when she returned to the Carrot Demon, who was silently waiting and guarding the house, will she finally relax.

Every time, the Carrot Demon would let her lean on his body after a sumptuous meal. At the same time, he uses his omnipotent carrot whiskers to gently caress the feathers throughout her body. Allowing her to fall into a deep sleep.

As time went by. Lord Little Yan and Carrot Demon seem to have developed a vague tacit understanding between them.

Just that the Carrot Demon still had little words, it would only silently remain by the side unless required otherwise. Causing one to often fail to notice his presence.

He would always appear at the moment he was needed and gave Lord Little Yan silent consolation.

Life in the Bird Tribe was, in fact, so peaceful that it became a little boring.