While speaking, Zhang Ting quickly made her move, taking away the pieces of Spirit Beast meat beside Qi Tian and the rest. She didn't carry them far, just stepped back twice and gave the bowl a shake. The Spirit Beast meat flew out, and the spirit crow perched on her shoulder fluttered its wings to take flight, swift as lightning. A streak of Dark Light flashed through the air, and in an instant, the three bowls of meat that had flown up disappeared into the beak of the spirit crow.
Zhang Ting tossed the three bowls to Xiang Bo, who clumsily caught them. With a smug expression, she said, "Xiang Bo, did you see that? The quality of your Spirit Beast meat is so poor that the senior brothers disdain to eat it. I've fed it all to the spirit crow."
