High in the void, astral winds howled, sharp as blades.
A massive, green-winged eagle with a wingspan of nearly a hundred zhang soared proudly through the nine heavens. Its wings, when spread, blotted out the sky and sun.
Its iron-green feathers gleamed with a cold light under the sun. Every beat of its wings stirred a violent gale that shredded the surrounding clouds to pieces.
Several figures stood solemnly upon the eagle's back.
Four youths stood toward the rear. Their auras were steady and their gazes sharp, marking them instantly as the carefully cultivated True Disciples of the Vast Sea Sect.
At their head was an old woman leaning on a cane. Her back was hunched and her face gaunt. This was none other than a Golden Core Realm elder of the Vast Sea Sect—Granny Wuhua.
Since receiving Yang Song's command, the group had not dared to delay for even a moment, immediately setting out for Ning'an at top speed.
