Above the Red-Yellow Plain, a setting sun hung low in the sky, its dark red radiance blanketing the earth. Here and there, enormous white bones flashed across the plain, making its desolate, ruined atmosphere all the more palpable.
Whoosh!
A sound of rushing wind suddenly sounded overhead. Two small birds of prey with wingspans exceeding five meters swiftly flashed across the sky. They were the Flying Bonito Birds that had partnered with the Azure-Eyed Baboon Clan, heading toward the Mian Gu Black Forest and the Frost Mountain Range.
Without saying a word, the Flying Bonito Birds' bright black eyes reflected the scenery below. They watched their surroundings nervously, afraid that the disturbance from their journey would draw the gaze of some powerful being.
"Bird One, isn't the Azure-Eyed Baboon Clan being a little too bold? They actually want us to investigate both the Vajra Ant Clan and the Frost Flood Dragon Clan at once," the slightly lagging Flying Bonito Bird asked quietly.
Bird One, who was leading the way, did not turn around. He merely slowed down slightly and replied in a low voice, "Bird Two, who cares about them? Our Flying Bonito Bird Clan only has a cooperative relationship with them. If they succeed, we enjoy the benefits. If they fail, we find another partner."
Bird Two had not brought up the subject for that reason. Seeing that Bird One would not take the bait, he simply laid it out plainly. "Bird One, you go investigate the Frost Flood Dragon Mountain Range. I'll investigate the Vajra Ants."
"Huh? Why?!" Bird One finally turned his head and looked at Bird Two questioningly.
Bird Two stammered, unable to say anything. In the end, he gave up and blurted out a random excuse. "My wings go weak whenever I hear the name