Su Ping was indeed somewhat concerned. Would that little crow, so adept at fighting, have perished in some corner during such confrontations? In the wild, where survival of the fittest reigned supreme, this was a definite possibility. However, worrying was useless; wild Pet Beasts like that mutated Flame-Eating Crow, which understood gratitude and sought to repay kindness, were already exceedingly rare.
Looking at the sloping hillside before him, Su Ping slipped into contemplation. This hill wasn't very tall, less than two hundred meters in height. On one side of this hill, a stretch resembling an outstretched Buddha's Hand hung over the mountains. Atop this Buddha's Hand grew the divine tree known as the Hundred Birds Parasol.
