Wen Yu glanced at the little crow, shook his head with a smile, "If you want to eat, just go ahead. No need to be sneaky about it."
The little crow was taken aback, looked at the relaxed Wen Yu, then at the food ahead, and ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of the roasted meat.
...
After eating and drinking, the little crow visibly relaxed, watching Wen Yu in front, no longer as fearful as before.
Seeing the little crow sprawled on the ground, face filled with satisfaction after a hearty meal, Wen Yu slowly began to speak.
The strange Soul Power interwoven into his words made Wen Yu's voice possess an enchanting, captivating magic.
"So, what should I call you?"
With a gentle tone, the little crow felt as if it were basking in the warmth of the sunset, a sliver of its inner vigilance unknowingly pried open.
"Just call me Death Harbinger Raven."
The Death Harbinger Raven flapped its wings, completely relaxing its entire body.
