Having suffered a 'setback' before the curator the first time around, no matter how arrogant or haughty Black Crow was elsewhere, he behaved himself in the Visitation Hall. Not only did he tone down his temperament, but he also had black falcon soften his aura as well. Though, he didn't have to deliberately issue the command because the black falcon was just as frightened as he was the last time. In other words, the bird more docile than Black Crow himself.
He Qing couldn't stop herself from telling the old man, "Mister, keep your voice down or you'll upset the curator when he comes."
"Curator? What sh*tty curator dares to put on airs before me?" That old man had a raging temper and his pet beast was the same. The tyrannosaurus immediately grew larger until it was ten feet tall and let out a wild roar, in an attempt to establish dominance here in this bizarre realm.
He Qing shook her head helplessly and said no more.
