"Xiao Zhang…"
The voice outside the window was small, yet it rang in Zhang Shensuan's ears like a thunderclap, almost causing him to tumble off his chair.
He almost thought it was his master, Master Wu Ming, sending a message from afar!
But when he glanced out the window, he saw a rare golden-feathered crow, its sharp beak opening and closing as it spoke seriously—
"By ancestral command, you are to personally deliver a medicine ingredient to Xi Rubao before midnight tonight and kowtow in apology."
Holy shit.
The crow could talk!
Zhang Shensuan's mind froze for an instant.
Fortunately, since he was in the business of unconventional trades, he quickly gathered his wits: "This is Puppetry Technique! Who sent you, this Puppet Bird, to meddle in my magical affairs!"
The little crow glanced at him disdainfully: "Remember, this is your ancestor's sole chance for you, otherwise, it won't be as simple as compounding medicine!"
