Sensing Xu Chunniang's ill-intentioned scrutiny, the Phoenix Feather Crow shrank its neck and tried its hardest to lessen its presence.
Yet that gaze fixed on it blazed like a raging fire, leaving it nowhere to hide.
At last, the Phoenix Feather Crow could no longer hold back. It glared back at her. "Caw!"
Xu Chunniang did not bother concealing her disdain. "Even a puppet can talk, yet you can't."
The Phoenix Feather Crow cocked its head, its tiny eyes filled with enormous confusion. It had no idea what a puppet was.
Xu Chunniang took out the Vermilion Finch she had stored in her mustard-seed space. "This thing. A dead object refined from devil ore and devil materials through a special method. Once a living soul is fused into it, it exists between life and death."
The Phoenix Feather Crow was unhappy. It understood now—she had just been saying that it was inferior to a dead thing!
"Caw!"
Narrow-minded, the Phoenix Feather Crow stretched out a claw and fiercely swatted at the Vermilion Finch.
How dare she say it was worse than a puppet? One slap from it could smash this little thing into pieces!
Xu Chunniang smiled and put the Vermilion Finch away before the Phoenix Feather Crow's claw could reach it.
"Your appearance is too conspicuous. Think of a way to keep others from recognizing your origins."
The Phoenix Feather Crow pretended not to hear. Turning its head away, it began preening its feathers at an unhurried pace.
Xu Chunniang raised a brow. "No? Then I'll have to do it myself."
At those words, the Phoenix Feather Crow watched her warily, its expression guarded.
However, Xu Chunniang had branded three Demonic Thought marks into its soul.
With a thought from her, the Phoenix Feather Crow fainted cleanly and decisively,