Chapitre 640: Desolate Crow's Origin

"Study and practice?"

Uncle Jorn wanted to inquire further.

But seeing that the person was no longer interested in continuing the topic, Uncle Jorn could only smile wryly and return his attention to the frozen bodies of the Three-legged Golden Crows.

It was hard to imagine how many mouths could be fed with each body. Uncle Jorn's eyes brightened at the thought.

After calling over several high-level to Transcendent-level warriors from the clan, they began working on the frozen bodies, dissecting them into small pieces of meat to be prepped and preserved elsewhere.

The noise made it unsuitable for Leon to focus. Thus, he left the area to find a quieter spot to refine the 600-odd drops of blood essence.

Soft Feather stayed behind to watch the Desolate Crow Clansmen at work with a drooling expression written all over the face. 

Aria, Darlene, and Lilith followed behind Leon with their own reasons.