Bai Xiaowen beckoned, and the Demonfire Crow flew onto his arm.
"Caw. Hand it over."
Bai Xiaowen frowned at the Demonfire Crow. "You don't have to be so wary. We have a common enemy now. If we're honest with each other, our chances of winning will improve by at least twenty percent."
"Caw, caw! Don't try to fool me, Hristos." The Demonfire Crow flapped its wings. "I don't trust a single one of you outsiders... This arrangement suits me just fine. I will never appear before you. Caw!"
Seeing a mighty Divine Scion scared out of his wits left Bai Xiaowen rather helpless.
Then again, two of the three Divine Scions had died. That was grim enough. Rochelle, the survivor, would have died long ago if he hadn't had three Incarnations. Even so, he had lost two of them. There was no way he would risk bringing out his sole remaining true body.
Besides, Rochelle felt no affection for Bai Xiaowen. He was willing to cooperate only because he wanted the outsiders fighting among themselves—dogs tearing at each other.
Bai Xiaowen took the map and marked the location Fu Jing had divined with a red X.
He rolled up the map and stuffed it into the Demonfire Crow's open beak, sending it to Rochelle through the Demonfire Teleportation Rune inside the crow.
"Remember, work at least ten kilometers from the target location... That group is strong. Don't let them catch you," Bai Xiaowen warned.
The Demonfire Crow flapped into the air. "Caw! I don't need reminding. I won't risk my life..."
Bai Xiaowen smiled faintly. He put away the completed Immortal Talismans, walked out of the hall, summoned the Frost Dragon, and said to Fu Jing:
"Get on. You're coming with me."
Fu Jing's heart pounded. From Bai Xiaowen's actions,