Mr. Peng spoke disrespectfully to Crow King and nearly got clawed.
Fortunately, Crow King knew better than to attack people casually, and Gu Jiahui stopped it in time.
Seeing that things were going badly, Mr. Peng had his attendant take out the packet of powdered medicine. "Little Yang, hold onto this for me first. I really do have something to take care of outside. If you don't believe me, come with me?"
Yang Yuxin could not stop him from leaving. After taking the powder, she signaled for Crow King to circle around them.
Little Wu had quite a good sense of smell. After flying around them twice, it rose back into the sky.
Yang Yuxin and Gu Jiahui got into the car and headed back to the manor.
Mr. Peng exchanged looks with his attendant and pursed his lips gloomily.
His attendant could not help muttering, "This manor is a little... what the hell? Even a crow is this strange?"
"Ahem, ahem." The short guard booth's guard coughed twice. "You can leave now... Crow King's capabilities aren't something you can understand. The townsfolk even burn incense for it."
Mr. Peng turned his head and asked curiously, "Then between Crow King and that Butterfly... which one is stronger?"
"Sir," the tall guard booth's guard raised his voice, his displeasure obvious.
"Some things are best not asked about casually. Even if you dare to ask, we have to dare to answer. My brother and I finally found stable jobs, and it really wasn't easy... You're an important person. Why make things difficult for little people like us?"
"How am I some important person?" Mr. Peng answered resentfully. "I'm old and useless now. Little Yang is the important person."
Feng Jun was drawing talismans not far from the Bamboo Forest. He had used