The World's Finest Delicacy
"All right, quit fucking pretending. It's all taken care of."
Seeing that the battlefield had been cleaned up, yet the Golden Crow still hadn't gotten up, Bi Fan kicked it in annoyance.
This time, though, the Golden Crow didn't show any displeasure at being kicked. Instead, it gazed mournfully at its fallen subordinates.
Everyone knew it was putting on an act, but they were still won over by its performance and decided it had a bit of a conscience after all.
But the next second, the Golden Crow shattered everyone's expectations. It sprang to its feet and shouted at Bi Fan, "Big Brother, look at all my subordinates. They all fell here because of you, so I don't care—you have to compensate me and heal my wounded heart. You saw it yourself just now. What good subordinates they were! So loyal! Subordinates this hard to find anywhere in the world are worth at least one lotus seed."
"Get lost. No lotus seeds. How about a bite of spicy grilled wing?"
Thoroughly disgusted by the Golden Crow, Bi Fan replied irritably.
"Big Brother, that's too much. I'm already heartbroken, and now you're rubbing salt into my wounds. That's not right. If there are no lotus seeds, then we can't split the benefits from the Sword Pool the way we agreed before. It has to be fifty-fifty."
The Golden Crow settled for the next best thing.
"Fine, deal. Now hurry up and tell me where it is."
Hearing the Golden Crow, Bi Fan agreed without hesitation this time, to the point that the Golden Crow couldn't help regretting that it hadn't asked for more.
Still, the Golden Crow wasn't stupid enough to show it. It promptly replied, "Going by the aura of my ancestor's bloodline that I can