The disciples from Beast Taming Peak weren't there, so no one could question the Hengyuan Bird.
For the bird, bringing back the ambusher's little trinket instead of crushing it in a rage was already quite remarkable.
A moment later, the giant Hengyuan Bird once again soared into the sky.
Bai Mo squinted his eyes against the violent gust of wind.
Before they flew off, his blurry vision caught sight of a scene of chaos not far below—toppled trees, and men and horses mired in a swamp.
Zhao Jingyu demanded loudly,
"Brother Mo, who attacked us?"
Mo Tianshu tilted his head slightly, unperturbed, as if he couldn't care less.
"Who it was isn't important."
"The Fire Cave Dynasty currently has two armies at a standoff. On top of that, there are hidden dragons stirring the pot."
"If we really tried to get to the bottom of these undercurrents, we'd never find the truth."
Zhao Jingyu's eyebrows shot up, and he said viciously,
