"White Ancestor, should I honor you?" Richard asked in response after hearing the origins of the white crow.
Hearing his words, Olivia nearly jumped in shock.
"Ehmm! Cough!" She pretended to cough and clear her throat.
"White Ancestor, Richard is still just a child, don't take his words too seriously," Olivia said, worried that Richard's remark might anger the white crow.
In truth, the crow's feathers almost bristled, showing that even it could not remain calm at Richard's words.
But since Olivia spoke, the crow restrained its anger, observing Richard, who was still young, realizing he was far too small to understand such things.
"Boy, you may be young, yet you've already reached the Life Aether Realm. But don't think you're great. I have lived long enough, survived through many eras, and seen children with similar achievements due to a bit of luck, but in the end, they were nothing special," the crow said.
