"I know, this mixed-blood green phoenix doesn't have such good digestion ability..." The way Little Golden Crow said this sounded so humble that it was somewhat pitiable, "There must be something left."
Zheng Fa glanced at Zhang, and upon receiving a nod from her, he extended his right hand and touched the ball of golden light.
This golden light seemed to possess spiritual wisdom. It rapidly merged into the palm of his hand, followed his meridians and entered his Dantian, transforming into a tiny Golden Crow shadow that stood on the Fusang Wood.
The Fusang Wood trembled slightly, as if filled with joy. It seemed that the Golden Crow and the Fusang Wood were naturally complementary to each other. Now that the Golden Crow had recognized its master, the benefits to the Fusang Wood were not small either.
However, what exactly those benefits were couldn't be seen in a short time.
Looking at the Little Golden Crow beside him, he felt that its life and death hung on his very thoughts.
