After learning the exact details, Wenren Sheng climbed out of the swimming pool and called on his connections, asking whether anyone had seen the Three-Headed Crow.
In the end, an Otherworldly Master who had remained shut away for years replied in one group chat: "I've seen it. I encountered it during a random Netherworld Communion. It said one thing to me: 'Your place is pretty big. I want to take a look.' Then I immediately cut off contact with it."
"Oh, so you're the brat who lured that monster in!" someone immediately cursed.
"I said long ago that there should be stricter restrictions on casually exploring mysterious creatures. Violators should be shot on the spot, but no one listened. Now you know I was right, don't you?" Another person took the opportunity to show off his foresight.
"If you don't explore them, does that mean they won't come in? Don't you know what happens when you close off the country and hide like turtles? Didn't East Island get beaten into submission? If not for us, they'd already be extinct."
"Enough, shut up, all of you. This runs too deep for youngsters like you to handle. Leave it to experienced old folks like us. You can just watch and learn from behind."
"You old bastard, you're up to no good. You just want to snatch all the opportunities for yourself. You should've gone into a coffin to hibernate long ago."
The group chat immediately descended into chaos. These Otherworldly Masters, who appeared lofty and untouchable in others' eyes, were no different from the loudmouths on internet forums at times like this.
Seeing that, Wenren Sheng decisively closed the group chat. They were all a bunch of sand sculptures. He could not let them affect his noble intellect.
Still, there were indeed