The Golden Crow spread its wings, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains passed in the blink of an eye.
Bao Gucheng held Xi Zuzi tightly, riding on the back of the Golden Crow, with only the whistling wind in his ears.
Among all those who saw the little crow transform into the Golden Crow just now, he was the calmest one, bar none.
The man's lips were tightly pressed, and he casually asked a question: "The first time I saw this bird, was it lost on the sidewalk?"
Unexpectedly, it was her pet.
The Golden Crow's claws twitched slightly.
It wasn't lost! At that time, flying over from the East Sea was too far, and it felt a bit dizzy due to insufficient spiritual energy. Plus, it hadn't seen its ancestor for ten thousand years. Being summoned made it overly excited, which led to that.
