Whitley wasn’t entirely sure. “Possibly.”


    “That’s a good thing.” Wynter lifted the crow and locked eyes with him. “Another ancient beast acquainted with Celestial Dragon? Ancient beasts seem to enjoy tagging along with people these days.”


    The crow denied it in his head immediately, wishing Wynter wouldn’t make baseless usations. He


    wanted to squawk.


    Wynter didn’t press him further. She handed the crow over to Whitley. “Since you know each other, find a ce to talk.”


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