In the distance, Song Changming glanced at the item in his hand, frowning slightly.
In his hand was a feather from the Hawk's body.
Whenever the Hawk encountered an unsolvable problem and wanted to seek his help, the feather would react.
And now, the feather self-immolated, burning to ashes in his hand.
"It's really because of them..." Letting the ashes of the feather drift away with the wind, Song Changming gazed into the distance, muttering to himself.
"What is it, Brother Song?" Mid-flight, Tong Zhige noticed Song Changming halting and turned to ask.
"You two, I might need to go ahead first."
With that said, Song Changming didn't delay, his form turning into lightning, vanishing in an instant into the dark smoke and clouds, leaving Tong Zhige and Xin Yan staring at each other in confusion.
"Follow him!" Xin Yan said, then sped up, chasing in the direction Song Changming had gone.
