Half a month later.
The vast sky was a clear blue, with fluffy white clouds resembling floating cotton candy.
A Golden Feathered Eagle sped through the air, its golden crest occasionally standing upright, flashing brilliantly in the sunlight, and its iron feathers had a muted metallic sheen.
Han Yan saw the golden-red mist rising in the distance and lightly patted the back of the Golden Feathered Eagle.
"Adjust your direction, fly toward that black mountain spewing red mist."
The Golden Feathered Eagle let out a clear chirp, gently flapped its wings, and flew straight toward Red Flame Peak.
After entering the Mountain Protection Array, it chirped again, began to slow down, and prepared to land by the Cold Pool.
In the mountain forest, a similar chirp echoed, and it turned its neck, spotting a fellow Golden Feathered Eagle circling in the distance.
It let out a clear chirp, asking its master for permission.
