The west wind soughed. Fang Qingyuan stood atop Yinbao's back at the very front of the military formation. Behind him, three to four hundred Cultivators commanded their own Spirit Beasts, arranged in a loose array. The hisses of snakes, chirps of insects, screeches of eagles, and calls of cranes made for an incredibly lively scene.
To Fang Qingyuan's left were fifty disciples from the Southern Border Beast Taming Sect. With stern expressions, they were gathered together in an orderly group. Under their masters' control, the Spirit Beasts by their sides were all perfectly quiet.
