The hunting eagle flapped its wings, spiraling down through the moonlight, landing on Meng Qianqian's wrist, which was adorned with silver thread gloves.
Meng Qianqian fed it a piece of jerky. "Go find the ancestral grandmother."
With a swift motion of her arm, the hunting eagle screeched away.
Among the towering mountains, even a trained hunting eagle finds it extremely hard to trace a person's path.
Fortunately, heaven rewards the diligent.
About half an hour later, the hunting eagle let out a piercing screech, swooping into a grove of pine trees.
"Young Madam! Look quickly! It's the Old Madam!"
Cui Hu raised his hand, pointing at a large tree ahead.
The Old Madam was leaning against the tree trunk, sitting on a branch, her eyes tightly shut, resembling a sleeping figure, vulnerable to a fall if not careful.
At her age, even if her body is still robust, a fall like that could be disastrous.
Meng Qianqian frowned, "Ancestral grandmother!"
The Old Madam showed no reaction.
