The twilight was vast, engulfing the entire mountain range. The night mist descended, and black wings gradually opened. The distant mountains appeared like the spine of a giant beast, growing increasingly eerie and terrifying in the darkness.
Amidst the thin mist, a tiny baby lay on the back of a snow-white Peregrine Falcon, black hair fluttering in the wind, swiftly soaring across the mountain skies.
Why so arrogant?
It was because after battling with that giant eagle, Little White achieved a grand victory, still exuding evil qi and royal aura, deterring other bird demon beasts from rashly attacking.
On the other hand.
The child sitting on the Peregrine Falcon, though young, exuded a faint yet extraordinary air.
Even hinting at some deadly dangerous vibes, like a juvenile divine dragon.
They were even less dareful to attack rashly.
Thus, Little White raced through the high altitudes of the Great Mountain freely like a white cloud, shuttling around.
