The Three-legged Golden Crow looked at the pill furnace, then turned to Yang Zhenshan.
"You're too weak. I don't want you as my master!"
"Uh!" Yang Zhenshan felt a bit awkward; he was actually being rejected by a bird.
"By the way, what exactly are you? A demon? A mutant beast?"
The Three-legged Golden Crow gave him a disdainful look, "I'm an artifact spirit. Can't you tell?"
Artifact spirit!
Yang Zhenshan paused, "What's that?"
"You don't even know what an artifact spirit is. You're such a weak cultivator. Quickly sever the divine soul connection, or I'll burn you!" The Three-legged Golden Crow suddenly spat out flames from its mouth.
The flames were a brilliant gold, carrying a terrifying spiritual power. Standing nearby, Yang Zhenshan felt unbearably hot, as if he were half-roasted.
In a panic, he focused his mind and directly flung the creature a hundred miles away.
