The crow that had been flying swiftly immediately hid among a cluster of lush branches at the hint of commotion below.
Waiting until the little demons below had moved on.
The crow then poked its head out and quickly flew westward.
Of course, this bird was none other than Lu Wufei.
For safety's sake, Lu Wufei had transformed into a crow and escaped half a day ago and continued flying west without letting his guard down.
He had already learned from that dog mole little demon about the surprisingly vast range of Lion Camel Ridge.
The east, south, and north, nearly ten thousand miles all around, were all under the rulership of Lion Camel Ridge.
Only the western side, about seven hundred miles away, was different.
There lied the Lion Camel Country.
Heading there would also be the quickest way to leave the boundaries of Lion Camel Ridge.
As for flying upward,
Lu Wufei would not dare at the moment.
