The night rain was a dreary mist.
"SCREECH—!"
Qingyuan let out a long cry, piercing enough to shatter stone. It transformed into a streak of cyan lightning, savagely tearing through the heavy curtain of rain under the night sky as it circled rapidly high above.
Although it soared a thousand feet in the air, to its "Eagle's Eyes"—awakened from an ancient bloodline—the rain-shrouded Black Stone City below was like a giant sand table, every detail laid bare.
As Su Yu's thoughts shifted, Qingyuan's pupils, like amethysts, continuously focused. Microscopic scenes were instantly magnified, and countless details flooded into Su Yu's mind like a tide.
'South of the city… a secret passage…'
Though the network of sewers and hidden rivers in Black Stone City's Outer City was a tangled mess, from this god's-eye view, combined with his terrifyingly sharp dynamic vision and intelligence analysis, he quickly isolated several possible trajectories for the secret passage.
