A few days had passed since Jiang Chen's confrontation with He Lan.
Now he stood upon the back of the Golden Eyed Fire Raven. The wind howled past his ears as the vast sky stretched endlessly before him. The great bird cleaved through the heavens with extreme speed, each beat of its wings leaving behind a trail of fire that blazed brilliantly before vanishing into nothingness.
On the back of the beast, Meng Kai clung to the feathers with white knuckled intensity, his face pale from the sheer velocity of their travel.
Jiang Chen's gaze remained fixed ahead, yet his thoughts drifted elsewhere.
'Sun Jian's reaction to my proposition, his acceptance of the plan, even his willingness to act… all of it fell within reason. But this beast…'
His eyes narrowed slightly as the wind brushed against his face.
