The Raven Spirit was like a chick being held by the neck, feebly kicking its crow legs, unable to speak at the moment.
"Pre, predecessor, spare my life!" the Raven Spirit struggled to say.
Su Xiaowei looked at this raven, truly so black it shone, and if you looked really closely, it was quite beautiful.
"This raven is quite pretty, and its cultivation level isn't bad. Why not stew it to nourish you?" Wang Xuan tossed the cage to the side.
Upon hearing Wang Xuan say he was going to eat it, the Raven Spirit trembled; was it really this vicious?
"Please don't eat me, I'm willing to become the predecessor's servant, to serve you for life, to work like an ox or a horse. If you tell me to go east, I won't go west.
Just spare me a way out!" The Raven Spirit was about to cry.
On normal days, it was a mighty Demon King, accustomed to ruling supreme in its domain, making even Human Immortals and Earth Immortals nod their heads to it.
