"It was useful. Zhang Juhai's method of taming Flying Slave Eagles was much like the Bird Taming Technique, except he focused on Flying Slave Eagles, while this technique recorded how to tame and use more than thirty kinds of birds!"
"Mm, each had its strengths. Comparing them was quite rewarding!"
Yu Qingyi explained.
Yang Zhengshan had no interest in taming eagles. He gave the Bird Taming Technique a cursory glance, then set it down.
"Take your time taming them."
With that, he went inside to study the Pill Recipe for the Spirit Attachment Pill.
In the second courtyard west of Yang Zhengshan's, a tall woman was bent over before Liang, weeping softly.
"Mother, you must stand up for your daughter-in-law! Sob, sob..."
The woman was around thirty. Tears clung to her lashes like pear blossoms under an evening rain, soaking the sleeves of her spring dress; like rain-drenched peach blossoms, rouge showed through her tears. The longer she cried, the more heartbroken she became, until she collapsed against Liang's legs and sobbed without end.
Liang looked troubled, but she could not bear to see her like this and tried to comfort her.
"There now, don't cry. Mother will stand up for you!"
"Oh, put your mind at ease. Chengyou won't do anything foolish!"
Liang now dressed like an elderly woman. After all, she was past fifty, and her grandchildren were old enough to run around.
She wore a kingfisher-feather brocade forehead band and a plain, dark agarwood-colored gauze robe with a python motif across the shoulders. Her face was rosy, her cheeks full, and her eyes clear, with the kindness of an older woman. Yet she did not truly look old. Apart from a cluster of crow's-feet at the corners of her eyes, she showed no sign of age.