A gigantic Black Hawk tore through the clouds and fog with terrifying speed.
The frigid wind howled, whistling sharply.
On the Black Hawk's head stood two middle-aged men in green robes, along with three young men of varying appearances, making a total of five people.
"Sirs, where are you taking us?"
Big Black Cat glanced at the mountains and rivers beneath his feet, asking with deliberate nonchalance.
"You three young fellows, no need to rush!" the square-faced man grinned meaningfully and said, "Once we arrive, you'll naturally find out..."
"Alright then."
Sensing the other party's tight-lipped stance, Big Black Cat shrugged and sighed helplessly.
These two from Yao Lingling are incredibly tight-lipped. He had asked two or three times during the journey but failed to obtain any useful clues.
Big Black Cat knew very well. The Master had sent him, naturally because he was also interested in that great tomb.
