The night on the desolate plain was not calm; beastly roars echoed in succession. Nighttime was when beasts hunted.
Qin Hao lay on the grass, setting up a formation around him to prevent beast attacks. Occasionally, he could see a fierce bird soaring overhead, its wings spanning tens of feet, blotting out the sky.
The next morning, as the sun rose with countless golden rays, Qin Hao set off again. He slightly changed his direction, as he planned to capture a fierce bird as a mount. These birds excelled at flying and were impressively fast.
A few minutes later, Qin Hao saw a towering dead tree hundreds of feet tall, with a gigantic nest atop it. The fierce bird was perched within, cultivating.
Piled below the dead tree were bones, remnants of the beasts the fierce bird had caught and devoured.
Because Qin Hao did not conceal his form, the fierce bird noticed him at once. It stood up on the nest, its fiery red eyes glaring at Qin Hao, roaring angrily.
