On the way back to the Turtle Breeding Pool, Fang Qingyuan flew along on Yinbao, while a ten-foot-tall eagle hovered ahead, cocking its head as if to tell him to hurry up.
This eagle, the Golden Claw and Silver Cang, had wings as swift as the wind and talons as sharp as awls. A single circle in the air was enough to leave Fang Qingyuan far behind.
Yinbao, the mount beneath Fang Qingyuan, had wanted to compete with it at first. But after flying at full speed for several miles, it lost heart and admitted defeat.
Fang Qingyuan had been pessimistic about Yinbao's idea from the start. 'How could a big goof like you possibly compare to the flight speed of a Golden Claw Silver Grey Flying Eagle?'
'You should be competing with it on who can haul more cargo, not pitting your weakness against its strength.'
This Golden Claw Silver Grey Flying Eagle was something of a friendly loan from Tian Ziyi. Fang Qingyuan had paid ninety Low-grade Spirit Stones to rent it for three months.
