"Crow!"
At midnight, on the towering city wall that rose into the clouds, Lin Bai suddenly called out in a low voice.
This was no casual shout. It carried the reinforcement of a certain secret art.
It was a secret voice-transmission technique Crow had taught Lin Bai. As long as he was not far away, Crow would hear Lin Bai calling and come to meet him.
Ever since returning from the Hunting Realm, Crow had completely let himself go, stirring up trouble all over the imperial capital.
At the time, Lin Bai had been troubled by the imperial capital's Holy Son being kidnapped, so he had not bothered disciplining Crow.
Only now did he remember that it seemed he had not seen Crow for several months.
Since he was leaving the imperial capital, Lin Bai thought he would take Crow with him.
With Lin Bai in the imperial capital, Crow did not dare go too far and would show some restraint.
But once Lin Bai left the imperial capital, given Crow's temperament, he would surely ransack every clan and sect treasury in the capital until not a single thing remained.
The Netherworld? The Spirit Realm? Or the Demon Realm?
"And Prince Liang should count as one of the weaker branches among the clans in the Heavenly Realm. We regarded this place as a trial ground for our elders."
"Really?"
Cangsheng stared in shock. That was already beyond the limits of his understanding.
After saying this, Crow vanished from Cangsheng's shoulder in a flash.
Crow cautiously hopped onto Ning'e's shoulder, his eyes, bright as white gemstones, warily sweeping in all directions.
Crow twisted his head and looked at Ning'e strangely. "What's so difficult about that?"
Then Crow's dissatisfied cursing rang out: "Boy, are you summoning my soul? Couldn't you call a