"This little guy seems to have taken a liking to you. It bares fangs at anyone who tries to touch it. Bringing it back won't be easy!" Yelv Shou teased, playing with the wolf cub in Xiao Lin's hands, wondering how he carried it all day without feeling the weight.
"What kind of people do you think the 'Black Crow' are?" Xiao Lin suddenly asked.
"Though we're at odds with each other, they are principled people. It's rare for them to kill innocents." Yelv Shou picked up the neglected doll from the ground. "It's finely crafted. Only a third-tier clown would carry something like this with them, so the one who injured me must have a seventh-tier code. They are inseparable."
"No one has ever seen the clown's true face. He's just like the Flame Swallow. Do you think that person who was stirring up trouble earlier might be him?"
