The crow looked at the sacred bird Qingluan soaring in the sky and let out an envious sigh. He could only stay in the dark woods, unlike her who had a vast world.
There are thousands of spirits and monsters in the world, all divided into three, six or nine levels.
It's a blessing for him that the divine bird is willing to stop for one person, and he won't force the rest.
"I am the crow who died for you."
It's probably just a short story about getting along very sweetly, and it'll be a bit sadistic in the end, but he.
Intention: Across classes, all living beings are equal.
