After a very long time, Li An finally opened his eyes.
His eyes were as bright and clear as stars, more charming than a baby's, as if they had never been polluted.
"...Greetings, senior..."
A somewhat dull and frightened female voice came through, Li An looked indifferently at the white crow in front of him, somewhat surprised.
"Nourished by some overflowing air, it seems to have such fortune."
Li An gently stroked the white crow's head and said, "Rare, indeed rare..."
The white crow felt joy in her heart; this senior seemed to harbor no malice towards her. She was about to say something when suddenly she felt a sharp pain, her head already twisted off by Li An!
Li An picked up the bird's corpse and sucked all the bird blood dry. In the blink of an eye, the white crow that had undergone miraculous transformation in twenty years under his influence had become a dead body.
