At that moment, in the valley.
Tu Haojie and the others were anxiously waiting for Xia Ping to return. They were still worried about whether Xia Ping had succeeded in chasing down the crow. After all, it had gone so far, and they had no way of knowing how the fight was going.
"Xia Ping's back."
One Elite Student had keen eyes and immediately spotted two figures flying over from the sky in the distance.
Yes, they were flying.
The four- or five-meter-tall Doom Crow flew over with a deeply aggrieved, grief-stricken look. Xia Ping sat on its back like an emperor, looking utterly imperious.
The Doom Crow landed on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Sand and stones flew everywhere, making several nearby Elite Students cough.
"Xia Ping?!"
Many of the Elite Students were stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing.
They could have understood if Xia Ping had returned empty-handed. After all, the Doom Crow could fly, and if it had escaped into the sky, no one could have caught up with it.
They could also have understood if Xia Ping had brought back the Doom Crow's corpse. Xia Ping had been vicious enough earlier, and it was entirely possible he had caught the crow off guard and killed it during the pursuit.
But they couldn't make sense of what they were seeing now.
Among the Demon Race, the Doom Crow was a renowned royal species. It considered itself a supreme being, an emissary from hell, and looked down on humans.
Yet now it was acting like a subordinate, carrying Xia Ping on its back and letting him ride it. Xia Ping was practically treating it like a mount, and somehow the Doom Crow was putting up with it. It was utterly inconceivable.
What had