Just as the Three-Eyed Golden Crow was gloating to itself, it turned its head and saw that Ah Jian had already shrunk to the size of a button, perched on Shi Ming's other shoulder like an inlaid black medal.
Its twelve wings were folded, as if in mockery.
Hmph.
The Three-Eyed Golden Crow lifted its head.
'Whatever. I won't bicker with it.'
With all preparations complete, the man and his two beasts boarded the Sunshot. The canoe-like vessel dove, plunging into the sea!
The water in this sea region had returned to a normal temperature, but for Shi Ming, any temperature was just a matter of physical sensation. The Three-Eyed Golden Crow kept a low profile, not unleashing its Great Sun Wheel but simply glowing like a miniature sun. Their descent into the water was like watching the sun sink into the western sea.
The deeper they went, the more silent it became.
Four great purges.
