"So it turns out, senior has such a grudge against the Golden Crow," Zhu Minglang sighed wistfully.
"Where's the sincerity? I demand sincerity!" the Frog Immortal grumbled irritably.
The Frog Immortal was not at all hesitant to reveal its past. After all, this wasn't a secret within the Demon Race—one could even ask the elders of Bi Luo Island, and they would all know about this matter.
What the Frog Immortal cared about now was whether this human male with a unique divine form had the capability to confront the Golden Crow head-on.
To kill the Golden Crow.
That seemed almost impossible.
In the Nine Heavens Wilderness, those capable of slaying the Golden Crow could be counted on one hand. Even then, the price to pay would be catastrophic.
However, plucking a soon-to-fall tail feather from the Golden Crow—this might be achievable.
