Amid the towering mountains lay a small plain spanning several dozen li in every direction.
A gentle breeze swept through, rippling the grass as flashes of gold gleamed now and then. Many juvenile Hawk-Eagle Rocs circled overhead. Under the watch of their hyper-sensitive eagle eyes, no outsider could possibly invade the valley. Of course, nothing in this world was perfect.
The Hawk-Eagle Rocs' greatest weakness was the same ailment shared by all birds except owls: night blindness.
At night, most birds became blind. Demonic beasts might fare somewhat better, but instinctive habits still made these birds hide in their nests and sleep soundly after dark.
If she could not get in during the day, she could sneak in at night.
Bai Yujun hid at the bottom of a nearby pond until night fell. The weather was good—dark clouds pressed overhead, hiding the moon and stars. Forget seeing five fingers; she could not even see her own palm. The Hawk-Eagle Rocs had vanished from the sky, and aside from the occasional beastly roar, the golden valley was deathly quiet.
At the edge of the grassland, Bai Yujun pulled up a large pile of Golden Thread Grass and stuffed it into a leather pouch. Once she left the mountains, she could trade the Golden Thread Grass for heaps and heaps of sparkling gems and glittering gold.
She somewhat regretted not keeping a storage bag back then.
She stopped only when the leather pouch could hold no more. Carefully sensing the location of the Snake Scales and determining the direction, she lay flat on the ground and silently sped forward, pressed tightly against the earth. Perhaps out of years of habit, she traveled in an S-shaped path as she slid over the grass.
Under the cover of night, she silently approached that majestic