While cultivators across the various cities and towns gossiped about Fang Xing's wicked doings and gritted their teeth with the desire to slice him into a million pieces, the boy himself was openly sitting inside the grand hall of the Myriad Beasts Sect with the golden crow sitting across from him, both drinking. The Myriad Beasts disciples had vowed to find and kill this little monster, but while they were searching all over the place outside for him, their sect master was standing right next to Fang Xing and filling his cup from time to time with a resigned expression.
The golden crow saw that defeated look and showed a faint smirk. "Heh heh, hehehe…. Sect Master, pour me a cup as well…" he said while holding out his cup with his claws.
