The cold wind brushes against the face, as the blazing sun scorches relentlessly.
Old Mu and the unnamed Beastmaster stare blankly at the Blazing Heaven Falcon dancing above Anchang Village, as if they've witnessed the sun of Qinling at this moment.
When it gets angry, the fiery flames surge, and the Flame Surge roils, more intimidating than that distant sun.
The distant sun rises and sets every day, its rays shine upon the world, treating all creatures equally.
But this blazing sun hanging over Qinling is different; it possesses a strong autonomy, ready to spew flames and burn everything.
And when the blazing sun ascends, this group of Split-tooth Steel Mane loses the courage to confront and decisively turns away.
Thinking back on their previous assumptions, both find it amusingly laughable.
To resolve this group of Split-tooth Steel Mane doesn't take a minute.
A mere glance can scare them witless, without the slightest courage to resist.
