The Golden Crow Great Emperor Is My Good Friend

Zhang Xuezhou had been through the affair of tricking Zou Bugui at the Nine-Foot Daoist Temple, and then the dangers brought by the Golden Toad Dharma King.

Then he had taken a master at the Yedie River Holy Land, and schemed with and against Jin Chang, Zou Bugui, the Golden Toad Dharma King, and Wu Chao in their cultivation. Zhang Xuezhou felt he was highly perceptive about and familiar with things like taking a master or acknowledging a foster father.

He knew the process inside and out, and knew how to handle it properly.

In fact, as his senses grew sharper, Zhang Xuezhou could roughly tell that he was out of danger even with his head lowered.

"That rotten Buddhist Child actually brought me to a place packed with big shots!"

Zhang Xuezhou had encountered high-risk situations before, but never so many times in the same place.

To him, the feeling of having no control over his own life was awful.

But when he saw the Golden Crow Great Emperor, whom the Emperor was treating with a spell, he felt a little better by comparison.

In this secret place, the strictness of the rules and hierarchy likely exceeded Zhang Xuezhou's imagination. Even a great demon at the Emperor's side who called himself "Great Emperor" had come to grief.

Of course, the Emperor had suffered such an encounter too.

If the Emperor had been any weaker, he would have died when the Empress's vermilion hairpin came crashing down.

"Does it feel surreal?"

The Emperor walked out of the brewery with an arm around the Empress, speaking in a low voice, while the Golden Crow Great Emperor, who had turned back into a crow with a few sparse black feathers, remained inside.

He looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who had nearly lost his