High above, an eagle soared through ten thousand li, as a storm carried the herald of spring's return.
Four days later.
From the South Sea Hero Island to Leshan City, Jiang Dali and Bai Ting had only stopped to rest for one night, eventually arriving at their final destination under the cloak of night and guidance of stars.
Bai Ting had never experienced the thrill of riding an eagle through such lofty heights before.
In the course of these days, overlooking the world from above as scenes swept past like clouds and smoke, he felt deeply in his heart that this trip was "truly worthwhile," and his thoughts about Jiang Dali, the Black Wind Village Chief who possessed such an exotic beast, became even more complex.
He deeply felt that this man was truly a person of exceptional strength and fortune; unless absolutely necessary, one should not make an enemy of him.
