The lead blood crow did not dwell on it or question him. It nodded and continued flying toward the nest.
The other blood crows looked at one another, slight surprise showing on their faces.
Instinctively, they felt that there was something off about this Wu Xian before them, yet they could not say exactly what it was.
As the group flew onward, Qin He deliberately hung back at the rear, lest he give himself away.
After all, he was impersonating a member of the Demon Race. Unlike humans, even the species was different, so it was easy to expose a flaw.
Sure enough, whatever he thought of came to pass.
At that moment, one blood crow looked at Qin He, and its eyes immediately widened. It slowed down to fly alongside him and asked in surprise, "Why are your wings flapping such a mess?"
Qin He's brow twitched slightly. A lackey had spotted the flaw this quickly?
For winged races, flapping their wings to fly was an instinct.
But for him, though he could imitate it, it still felt somewhat unnatural. Qin He's wings were transformed from the Shapeshifting Divine Robe on his body; they were not real wings.
He still relied on Cloud Riding and Mist Driving to fly. If one looked closely, one could see faint wisps of mist beneath Qin He's feet.
Thus, the wing-flapping was more or less just for show.
He himself had not felt there was any major problem, but as a winged Demon Race member, the blood crow spotted the issue at a glance.
"How messy is it?" Qin He glanced around and asked softly.
"Sometimes you flap backward, sometimes downward, sometimes upward... It's such a mess." The blood crow stared at Qin He, its expression a tangled mess.
"Then how should I