"That eighteen-winged eagle bird statue has stirred—looks like that Little Golden Falcon truly has returned. The oath from three eras ago… I never thought it would actually take effect on schedule. But with merely a half-step Heavenly Venerate cultivation, does it really think it can whip up any storms?"
One of the Giants did not open its eyes, yet was already clear on everything; a strand of Spiritual Will suffused with Fate slowly emanated from it.
This Spiritual Will made all the surrounding figures lower their heads in respectful submission.
Only the two figures nearest to it remained motionless.
After all, the matter of the eighteen-winged eagle bird back then had always been handled personally by this Giant, and so the entire affair had been entrusted to it.
