A streak of Sword Light sped through the sky, slicing past white clouds and overtaking a flock of wild geese.
One of the birds, with a powerful aura, a fleshy crest on its head, and a tail of five-colored feathers, let out a clear cry. It seemed to have the idea of a race and gave chase.
It pursued him until they were almost out of the Black Mountain Range, but the distance between it and the Sword Light didn't shrink. In fact, it grew wider and wider.
It shrieked twice in anger, spat out a ray of brilliant light that shattered several large boulders, and only after venting its frustration did it turn and fly back.
'The true depths of Black Mountain are as dangerous as they say. It's not a place one can tread lightly... If it weren't for that Cyan Simurgh—who may or may not still be slumbering—this would be an excellent place to test my sword in the future.'
Bai Zichen held a Mid-Grade Spirit Stone in his hand, doing his best to recover his spent Magical Power.
