The silver-haired woman ignored Yan Xiaohu's words and continued to stare intently at Zhou Qing, coldly saying, "I only believe in fate."
Zhou Qing's face twitched.
We've only met once, how does fate come into play now?
Mo Xingjian and the others also looked at Zhou Qing with astonishment.
Luo Lingling was about to speak when a pungent, putrid smell suddenly wafted over. Following that, everyone saw a Corpse Wax Crow descending from the sky.
Zhou Qing and Mo Xingjian's pupils shrank slightly but quickly returned to normal.
The Corpse Wax Crow flapped its wings desperately, trying to fly into the abyss, but was fiercely repelled by golden runes, making it extremely furious.
"What a strange dead creature!" Xuanyuan Shuo and Elder Feng stared intently.
The aura emanating from the Corpse Wax Crow occasionally seemed like Nascent Soul Perfection, and at other times like the Spirit Severing Realm, as if it had no intelligence.
