The Golden Crow was quite frustrated that it couldn't communicate with Bao Gucheng.
It could sense a powerful field of Spiritual Energy swirling around Bao Gucheng, suffocating its ability to speak human language.
Bao Gucheng seemed unable to fully control the Spiritual Energy in his body, so he couldn't manage it freely. As a result, even being close to Bao Gucheng posed the risk of being burned by his Spiritual Energy.
Just a moment ago, it had lost several precious feathers hopping around, and now it trembled, curling up in his palm, seeking a moment of peace.
Until Gu Jingyan reminded it that it couldn't speak but it could write!
As a learned crow, at least as the Ancestor... 's pet, how could it have forgotten this means of communication in such desperation?
Just you wait!
It fluttered down from Bao Gucheng's palm and started hopping quickly in a puddle beneath his feet, its claws leaving mottled and complex marks in the muddy water...
