Chen Qing's Golden Feathered Eagle was a mutant beast brimming with spirituality. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, it gave its wings a slight flap, stirring up a gentle current of air. Despite its massive size, its body descended as lightly as a feather, landing steadily in the clearing at the center of Lake Heart Island.
Chen Qing leapt down from the eagle's back with practiced ease. His gaze swept over the familiar faces before him, all tinged with excitement and awe. A warm smile graced his lips as he cupped his hands and bowed to the surroundings. "Sect Leader, Elder Sang, Deans, and my fellow junior disciples. It has been a long time."
His voice carried clearly to everyone's ears.
"To think... it really is you." He Yuzhou could hardly suppress his surging emotions. He stepped forward quickly, studying the young man closely.
