A hundred-meter deep pit, smooth as jade.
Chu Zhiyuan stood holding his sword, his blue robe flowing.
He pressed his fingers together to form a sign, his fingertips gently brushing the dark green treasure sword, as he slowly exhaled.
"Caw——!"
The golden-winged white eagle above let out a long cry.
Chu Zhiyuan looked up at the three golden-winged white eagles and smiled slightly.
He was confident that his expression was clearly seen by the three of them.
One of the golden-winged white eagles was the same one he had repelled initially.
With Super Sensing Illumination, he found that each white eagle had a different look in their eyes.
At first glance, they all seemed sharp as swords, ferocious beyond measure, but upon close comparison, differences could be found.
The one he repelled had a more ferocious look; the other two white eagles appeared much gentler.
He could tell the immaturity in one of them.
