"CAW CAW, Eighth Master is finally free!"
"Xiaoba, you've already stressed that point for the eight hundred and fifty-third time!" a youth's helpless voice sounded.
A strange scene unfolded on the main street: a bizarre, ugly bird was perched on the shoulder of a youth in a black robe.
The ugly bird was chubby and, aside from two feathers on its wings and a small tuft of black down on its head, was basically naked.
This ugly bird was chattering away excitedly.
"Brother Feng, Eighth Master isn't trying to lecture you, but you truly have a discerning eye! You saw through the flashy but worthless true nature of those pretty ones at a glance and chose the outwardly simple but inwardly brilliant Eighth Master!"
Qin Feng was starting to have regrets—regrets about agreeing to let this chirping, endlessly chattering Nether Crow out.
