In the back mountains of the Demon Sect, a spirit crow landed on the master's shoulder, no longer looking as dull as it used to.
At the same time, the previous spirit crow seemed like a Black Silly, but now it exuded a cold air.
Of course, this coldness was completely concealed when facing the master.
The master just let it perch on his shoulder, both hands placed behind his back, leisurely pacing under the moonlight.
"So many years have passed, have you finally let go of Boundless Mountain?" the master asked while walking.
Who would have thought, the spirit crow's present aura really resembled those of the apathetic cultivators on Boundless Mountain.
Upon hearing these words, the spirit crow on the master's shoulder nodded, and then quickly shook its head.
