As spring arrived, the grass grew long and orioles flew in the northern mountains, and mountain eagles were scouring the area for food.
Just then, a mountain eagle spiraled up from a ridge, circled high in the sky, and perhaps having discovered prey, folded its wings, stretched its legs straight, and dove at full speed in a certain direction.
However, when it was still some distance from the ground, the eagle suddenly flapped its wings, lifted its head and soared upward, shooting back into the open sky.
Between the mountains and forests, thousands of people formed a fan-shaped formation, madly charging inward. From far to near, the scene zoomed in: some on foot, some on horseback, an overwhelming momentum like morning bells and evening drums, making the entire heaven and earth tremble with them.
Northern Mountain, at a cliff edge.
The people of Biluo Sword Valley led by Gu Xing had also already set off in pursuit.
"How could this happen?"
