Chen Xu stood on the cliff top, hearing the urgent cries of eagles below.
In the storm and rain, he couldn't help but step forward again, getting closer to the edge of the cliff.
The wind howled fiercely, with sand and stones rustling loudly.
Yet Chen Xu's five senses and six faculties felt like a light veil descending, mercury pouring onto the ground, penetrating the countless barriers of the stormy cliff invisibly, imprinting everything below into his divine thought.
Sure enough, there was a cave opened on the sheer cliff face, its entrance cleverly obscured by giant rocks.
The space by the cave was about the size of a regular room, with mounds of dry grass spread on the ground, and two downy young eagles that hadn't grown their feathers yet were nestled on top.
Meanwhile, something slender stuck out from the depths of the cave, timing unknown.
