The Golden Feathered Eagle sensed its master's joy, causing its crest feathers to stand on end, shimmering with a soft golden radiance as the strands of feathers danced in the sunset.
It let out a cry, soaring over the verdant plains, flying towards the distant fiery red land.
The spirit pines, resembling clusters of fire clouds, swept across the sky, giving a sensation of walking upon the heavens.
In the gourd field, the neat gourd trellises stood like ranks of soldiers, with purple gourds peeking from beneath the leaves.
Several spirit vines shimmered, revealing themselves as Tier Two Spirit Plants.
Now, Red Flame Peak consistently produces Tier Two Purple Fire Gourds annually, making gourd cultivation a pillar industry.
"Lower the altitude and land in the gourd field."
Ji An patted the beast he was riding, intending to wander the spirit field to inspect the soil's dryness.
All Tier Two Spirit Fields were personally overseen by him, with none entrusted to others.
