Lin Fei paid no attention to the suddenly appearing rich young wastrel.
True qi flowed through the young wastrel's body, indicating cultivation at the sixth level of Qi Refining.
The dozen or so guards he had brought were also Qi Refining Cultivators.
The strongest among them was an old man at the eleventh level of Qi Refining.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this group was terrifying and not to be provoked.
But in Lin Fei's eyes, they were merely a pack of vermin he could exterminate with a flick of his finger.
Little Golden Crow set down the wine jug and hopped over to stand before the young man.
The young man's face was full of anticipation.
He hoped to hear a few auspicious words from Little Golden Crow to please himself.
The moment Little Golden Crow opened its beak, it unleashed a torrent of abuse.
"Where did this big idiot come from?"
"Do you take your Bird Lord for a monkey? You want me to say a few auspicious words for you—are you worthy?"
"Get down and kowtow a few times, then get lost."
Upon hearing this, the young man froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Hahaha... Hahaha..."
"Did you all hear that? Did you hear that? This bird can actually curse!"
Seeing this, his guards all laughed along with him.
They found Little Golden Crow quite amusing.
The young man opened his birdcage and grabbed out a golden-threaded skylark from inside.
"I've raised you for so long, yet you don't know how to please me at all. What use are you?"
He crushed the golden-threaded skylark to death and casually tossed it onto an empty plate on the table.
Then he looked at Little Golden Crow again with a smile.
"Come, get into my cage."