Lu Zheng stroked his chin, pondering whether he had the face to obtain the Nine Bends Radiance from the River God of the Yuejin River.
"There's another place, in Lu State in the Chuandong Dao, there's a mountain called Qingqi Mountain. The mountain is astoundingly high, piercing through the clouds, and every day, a strand of radiance falls into the azure pool at the summit, transforming into Jade Fall Cyan Mist."
"Qingqi Mountain is treacherously high; above the mid-mountain, there is a fierce wind blowing year-round, making it nearly uninhabitable. Only a millennium-old eagle resides at the top, and mortals cannot approach."
Xue Heng spread his hands helplessly and said, "That's why the world is just so big, and nearly all the good things have owners."
"Qingqi Mountain? A millennium-old eagle?" Lu Zheng blinked and then asked Xue Heng, "Does this eagle have the surname Yi?"
