Su Ping was touched.
Sure enough, the ancients had not deceived him.
Crows really were much better than those White-Eyed Fish.
They were a little rude, leaving without so much as a goodbye.
But although leaving without a goodbye was rude, it had brought a gift when it returned.
Su Ping actually felt a little anticipation.
Boarding the sightseeing cart with Old Sha, Su Ping hurried to the Woodland Heart botanical garden.
Woodland Heart still needed some work. With the New Year approaching, it was normal for construction to slow, and Su Ping was in no hurry.
Even so, Woodland Heart's Wood Element energy and aura of life were exceptionally rich. Entering it in the early morning brought an indescribable sense of refreshment.
The Hundred-Bird Parasol Tree still stood on that hillside cliff that extended outward like a Buddha's hand.
Sure enough, at the very top of the Hundred-Bird Parasol Tree, that strange, pitch-black Fire-Eating Crow appeared before him again.
Soon, however, Su Ping's eyelid twitched.
Because right then, this Fire-Eating Crow was actually in the same sorry state again.
Yes, wounds covered its entire body. There was even an enormous wound on its wing, as though a nail had pierced straight through it, and blood flowed freely.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of pain in the Fire-Eating Crow's eyes. In fact, it seemed unable to feel pain at all as it flapped its wings and cawed twice at Su Ping, seemingly in greeting.
At that moment, Su Ping pressed his lips together, then cast a suspicious glance at Guan Qianshan beside him.
He no longer cared about the Fire-Eating Crow's return gift.
He now seriously suspected that this Fire-Eating Crow was treating his place as a free medical station.
Was this damn thing really not here to