He gave too much.

Lu Yao was speechless, and once again, a question rose in his heart, "Would this 'Zhou Xueyi', so high-cold as she was, really let Old Zhou ride her?"

However, the crowd was quite flattering, offering congratulations one after another, with not a trace of unusual expression on their faces.

Zhou He revealed a contented look, seeming to also hold a touch of sweetness…

Lu Yao shook his head to dispel the unpleasant thoughts and said, "Daoist Zhou, could you please take a look at the three sparrowhawks of mine?"

The Daoist indeed loved spirit birds and responded with great enthusiasm, "They've come with you? Call them over quickly."

Lu Yao whistled and waved to the sky, where three small dots quickly grew larger.

They folded their wings, plunging down like arrows. Just when they seemed about to crash, their wings spread wide, and they swiftly stabilized their bodies, stopping on their master's arm. Only sparrowhawks could exhibit such superb flying skills.