Feng Jun had never considered what he would do if someone injured the crow. In his mind, people always came first.
Fortunately, when he reached the mountain gate, he found a farm tricycle there. A swaggering crow stood on its cover, while two smiling villagers stood beside it. Three small lambs were in the back of the tricycle.
After asking around, Feng Jun learned that Little Crow really had gone to steal sheep.
Crow King had no real concept of stealing. It had simply seen sheep on the ground and decided to bring one back to Luohua Manor.
Of course, it knew it could not let anyone see it doing so. Otherwise, someone would very likely stop it.
It chose a moment when no one was around, swooped down, and tried to grab a sheep and fly away, just like the eagles it had seen catching chicks.
But it had truly gotten carried away, thinking itself immensely strong. After reaching the Second Layer of Mortal Transcendence, it had indeed become much stronger, but choosing a sheep that weighed over eighty pounds... there was no better word for it than overconfidence.
How could that big sheep possibly take such a tiny crow seriously?
It was one thing for humans to bully us, but you, a tiny crow, dared to try grabbing me?
Still, when it came to fighting, the big sheep really could not do much to Little Crow. Crow King could not carry the sheep away, but it was, after all, at the Second Layer of Mortal Transcendence. A slash of its claws or a peck from its beak was more than the sheep could bear.
The two were in the middle of fighting when the shepherd spotted the crow and threw a stone at it.
Crow King was not