"Caw, caw!"
Right then, the cry of a crane could be heard not far away.
"Roar!"
Linghu growled and looked at little crane that was flying over, as though he was greeting it.
Little crane had been staying in Misty Peak all this while and had never left the sect. Now that it finally had the chance, it naturally wanted to sneak out to play as well.
However, Su Zimo did not dare to make the decision on its own and asked it to return to ask senior crane.
The moment little crane heard that, it became crestfallen.
Its mother was extremely strict with it and once said that it was not allowed to leave the sect until it reached Jin Dan realm.
Initially, little crane did not harbor much hope. To think that its mother would agree to it unexpectedly when she heard that it was going to travel with Su Zimo.
Naturally, little crane was overjoyed and chased after them.
"Eh? Isn't that the little crane from the sect? Why is it here?" Lu Yangrong exclaimed softly.
Guan Jin replied, "Perhaps it's just passing by."
Lu Yangrong coughed gently and swept his gaze across Su Zimo and the others, saying in a deep voice, "It's said that this little crane has an extraordinary background and is the child of the Mystical Guardian Beast of Misty Peak."
Guan Jin could tell that Lu Yangrong was bragging and could not help but scoff. "Which inner sect disciple doesn't know about that?"
Lu Yangrong raised his brow and harrumphed with glee in his eyes. "I've interacted with little crane before and even fed it once. Given its intelligence, it might even recognize me."
In reality, Lu Yangrong was not the one who took the initiative to feed little crane.
Su Zimo stayed in Thunderclap Valley for half a year. Little crane had no elixirs to eat and was feeling suffocated. Coincidentally, it met Lu Yangrong and had just gotten a decent elixir when it was robbed by little crane …
Because of that, little crane was even taught a lesson by its mother.
Guan Jin's expression darkened and he did not say anything else.
Lu Yangrong could not help but feel delighted when he felt that he had the upper hand.
Right then, little crane arrived above their heads and cried twice before descending slowly.
Seeing this, Lu Yangrong suppressed the excitement in his heart and no longer looked at Guan Jin. He turned slightly to the side and looked at Leng Rou with a smile. "Junior Sister Leng, say, this little crane is really intelligent. I only fed it once and it remembered it. It even ran over specially. Haha."
The moment he said that, little crane descended before them.
Lu Yangrong smiled brightly and greeted, "Long time no see, Little Crane."
Little crane tilted its head and looked at Lu Yangrong, as though it was trying to recall who the person who was smiling so disgustingly was.
He thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything.
Ignoring that person, little crane strode over to Su Zimo. Lowering its head, it rubbed its sharp beak against Su Zimo's arm gently, blinking its eyes and crying softly.
Whether or not Su Zimo could bring it out to play this time would depend on whether or not he could bring it along.
Little crane was acting coquettishly.
Everyone at the side was dumbfounded and their jaws nearly dropped to the ground.
Anyone who had stayed in Misty Peak for a few years would know about little crane. However, none of them had seen little crane being so intimate with any cultivator in the sect.
Why did its temperament change all of a sudden?
Could it not be the child of the Mystical Guardian Beast?
That couldn't be right. Furthermore, there was only one crane in the sect.
Suddenly, Guan Jin laughed. "Aiyoh, this is bad. Who was the one who said that he fed little crane shamelessly? Little crane even recognizes him! Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
Lu Yangrong was embarrassed and blushed, wishing that there was a hole in the ground to hide in.
"What's there to gloat about? Perhaps it got the wrong person!"
Lu Yangrong retorted and walked before little crane, smiling with cupped fists. "Little crane, it's me. You must have gotten the wrong person, right? You even ate an elixir at my place a while ago. Have you forgotten? "
It would have been better if Lu Yangrong did not mention it. The moment he did, little crane recalled how its mother taught it a lesson because of that.
"Caw, caw!"
Suddenly, little crane cried out with a sharp, piercing voice and a ferocious glint in its eyes.
Lu Yangrong was caught off guard and shuddered in fright, retreating a couple of steps back.
"Hahaha!"
Guan Jin could not help but burst into laughter when he saw Lu Yangrong suffer.
None of the inner sect disciples knew about the relationship between little crane and Su Zimo.
Among the people present, Little Fatty was the only one who knew about it.
Su Zimo patted little crane's head gently and scolded jokingly, "Silly bird, what's there to be fierce about?"
This had always been how the man and crane got along.
However, that scene left Lu Yangrong and Guan Jin dumbfounded.
Even though Lu Yangrong was an inner sect disciple at mid-stage Foundation Establishment, he had to address little crane respectfully as Fellow Daoist. Yet, Su Zimo called it a silly bird?
Furthermore, this lad even hit little crane!
The strangest thing was that little crane was not enraged and was even rubbing against the lad's arm …
Little Fatty looked at Lu Yangrong and Guan Jin and shook his head, lamenting to himself, "If you guys knew that my bro locked little crane up for more than three months, you guys would probably be scared silly."
"Agreed?"
Su Zimo asked.
Little crane nodded hurriedly with anticipation in its eyes, waiting for Su Zimo to agree.
Su Zimo said, "Alright, let's go together then."
Pausing for a moment, Su Zimo felt that something was amiss and turned to Leng Rou and the others, asking, "Senior Sister Leng, senior brothers, is it alright to bring little crane along?"
"No, no, no problem."
Lu Yangrong was completely dumbfounded as he replied instinctively.
Leng Rou's lips curled into a faint smile as she nodded as well.
Notwithstanding the fact that little crane's strength was equivalent to a Foundation Establishment spirit demon, no one present would dare to stop it given its status.
"Since everyone's here, let's go and try to reach Linfeng City as soon as possible."
Little Fatty coughed gently and rubbed his hands.
Leng Rou nodded.
Lu Yangrong rolled his eyes and an idea popped up in his mind. Suddenly, he said, "Junior brother, you're right. We've got to reach Linfeng City as soon as possible. However, Junior Brother Su's cultivation realm is too low. How can he catch up to us on Sword Kinesis Flight?"
"That's right."
Guan Jin nodded as well. "Even though this trip isn't dangerous, I think it's better if you don't go, Junior Brother Su. We'll be too slow if we bring you along. "
Initially, Lu Yangrong and Guan Jin were competing in secret. However, after Su Zimo's appearance, both of them felt a sense of danger at the same time.
Both of them had a tacit understanding that they would attack Su Zimo the moment they found an opportunity.
Just Now, they were implying that Su Zimo was a burden to them.
However, that was something that Su Zimo could not refute.
After all, he was only at Level 9 Qi Condensation and his speed on Sword Kinesis Flight was far from that of Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
However, if he were to run on the ground, Su Zimo could rely on Divine Steed Fleeting to travel faster than early-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators without the power of his bloodline!
"It's fine, it's fine."
Little Fatty smiled. "I'll be able to catch up to both of you if I carry you, senior brothers."
"You're already the slowest among us. Wouldn't it be even slower if you carry someone?" Guan Jin frowned.
Lu Yangrong smiled. "How about this? Since I'm the strongest, I'll carry Junior Brother Su."
After saying that, Lu Yangrong glanced at Leng Rou intentionally.
Although Lu Yangrong's words seemed like he was helping Su Zimo, there was a hint of bragging behind it.
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