Feng Jun lingered in the valley, while a crow circled above his head.
The creature had been busy lately, busy catching various insects to eat.
Like the plants, the valley's insects were all very spirited, but no mutations had occurred—those fierce insects from the mobile phone plane had been bathed in spiritual energy for hundreds of years, leading to the emergence of mutant species.
Even without mutations, they contained more or less a bit of spiritual energy inside of them, and the crow ate them with great gusto.
Beyond that, it had also realized that the valley had become a treasure land, and then it subconsciously thought: If the man who often comes here is the boss, then I must be the second in charge.
As the treasure land's deputy, it conscientiously took on the duty of guarding the entrance, letting small insects pass but driving away or killing any larger animal daring to enter its territory.
