‘The boy must be hiding something; why else would he try to escape!’ Xiao Jianming was so angry that even his teeth ached, but Fang Xing had fled well beyond the range of his iron sword and his steel eagle was temporarily blinded, preventing him from giving chase.
The only option he had was to use a bottle of spirit elixir on his eagle’s eyes to let the eagle see again. After a quick wash, the eagle released a loud cry before—without even being commanded—it spread its wings and began to chase after Fang Xing. Xiao Jianming and his eagle had needed only a small amount of time to react, but even within such a short ten breaths, Fang Xing had already traveled a good two miles away with only a small speck of his shadow visible from such a distance.
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"F*ck! Why the hell did you throw that all over its eyes? You’re such a scumbag…" the golden crow screamed back at Fang Xing while flying as fast as he could go. "But I like it! Haha!"
