But that didn't matter.
He stretched out his hand.
A small tripod appeared in his palm—the Divine Artifact, the Purple Fire Tripod. Besides its usual functions of cooking hot pot, boiling dumplings, and performing Alchemy, it could also be used to smash people.
And it was lethally accurate.
"It's been so long since you summoned me, Master! I thought you'd forgotten all about me. Whoa! Master, who is this tattered wreck? That aura... it's a Golden Crow! And a featherless one, at that. He looks hilarious, HAHAHAHA! I just took a little nap, what in the world happened?"
Aaron Sinclair said nonchalantly, "Nothing much. Just a bald crow looking for trouble. Now it's your time to shine."
The Purple Fire Tripod's voice rang out, "Master, he's trying to hit you! Quick... throw me and smash this little punk to death! Use all your strength, Master! Don't go easy on me just because I'm a delicate little flower. I'm willing to do anything for you!"
