The Little Fire Crow perched listlessly atop a purple parasol tree, occasionally pecking at its own feathers. Its glossy black eyes kept darting about as its gaze swept around, sizing up its surroundings from time to time. Originally, the Little Fire Crow had wanted to coax the Little White Hound into going somewhere else to play, but the Little White Hound remained utterly motionless, constantly patrolling the mountain region around where Lu Xiaotian was staying and periodically eliminating any potential threats.
Whenever any demon creature or low-level cultivator approached this mountain region, the Little White Hound drove them away. The Little Fire Crow, however, found this place unbearably boring. Even the two junior True Immortals, seven Immortals, and more than a dozen cultivators ranging from the Mahayana to the Body Integration stage within the valley had originally come cautiously in the hope that some treasure might appear. They had never expected that everything would go smoothly on the way in, only for them to find themselves unable to leave.
The Little Fire Crow had not actually done anything to them. It simply refused to let them leave, blocking them within a certain area. The two white-haired True Immortals had each been important figures on this land, yet now they had no choice but to endure this bird's indignity. The two old men had originally wanted to join forces and have a bout with the Little Fire Crow, but the Little Fire Crow had been so bored that it played around with them for a while. Later, it casually spat out a burst of flames that nearly burned the two of them to ashes. Those two white-haired old men were now black-faced and black-haired, with not a blade of grass left growing on their heads.
At this moment, the group led