The Wind-Wing Golden Eagle flapped its wings and took off, a violent storm swirling, causing the buildings on both sides to clatter noisily.
Lu Qian was already seated in the tent. He suddenly felt his body sink as he soared into the sky, after which there was no more jostling, extremely smooth. There must be a protective array arranged on the back of this golden eagle.
At this moment, he heard the clear and loud call of the golden eagle echoing through the sky. He couldn't help but open the curtain of the tent to look outside, only to find himself at the cloud's peak, his field of vision vast, far surpassing that of the White Jade Flying Ship.
The beast-taming cultivator was seated at the head of the golden eagle, and Lu Qian could only see his back. He glanced around and saw that the few accompanying cultivators each had their tents closed, without any intention of idle chatter.
