When the Crow God asked for the young man's name, Yan Ping and the rest of the demigods knew very well that the Crow God had basically decided on the Crow Spirit.
However, Lu Dong and the rest were a little confused.
Among the ten candidates, the Crow God had gone for the one with the lowest combat strength. Furthermore, he went for the most inconspicuous person.
Almost everyone thought the young man who had just broken through to white flame-level recently was just a stand-in for the Crow Spirit candidate.
Even Xiao Mo himself thought the same too. However, never had he thought that the Crow God would select him right away.
The black silhouette which was the incarnation of Crow God asked in a deep voice, "Xiao Mo… Are you willing to be my Crow Spirit?" His voice remained overlapping.
"I do!" The young man nodded vigorously.
"The deal is done!"
