"What was that for?"
Zhou Yuan felt even more puzzled.
Chen Guangxi couldn't hold it in any longer: "You, a Holy Crow Church follower, aren't clear on what the Holy Crow Church is really like?"
"I was always on the fringes before, didn't mingle with many followers." Zhou Yuan spread his hands.
"Anyway, the Holy Crow Church has a rotten reputation in the underworld. Everyone agrees that the people from the Holy Crow Church are a cancer. Among ten extraordinary people, you can find two or three who have beef with the Holy Crow Church. That's already considered a lot.
Of course, this beef isn't a life-or-death grudge but more of a 'beat them up on sight' kind of grudge.
That roast chicken witch, Mi Qi, had beef with the Holy Crow Church."
"Mi Qi? What kind of beef?" Zhou Yuan asked curiously.
