The stone tortoise felt something wasn’t right, and its voice rose higher as it commanded, "Come back, little brat!" Fang Xing abruptly began to laugh before patting the golden crow, and the golden crow—instantly understanding what Fang Xing intended—spread out his wings and took off into the air while Fang Xing hastily jumped onto his back.
One person, one crow, the speed of the two was as fast as lightning as they flew towards the grand hall’s exit. With the current flying abilities of the golden crow, a single flap of his wings caused gusts of wind to appear beneath him, and they immediately flew a hundred feet forward with a swoosh.
