Fang Qing flew through the sky on his sword, occasionally chatting with the two Wang Clan women through Spiritual Sense.
The two female cultivators of the Core Formation Early Stage were quite worldly-wise and seemed inclined to befriend him.
Fang Qing naturally gave them his name as well: Bai Jianfeng, the name he had made up years ago for his identity as the "White Guest Official"!
"Brother Bai truly has eyes only for the sword..."
Wang Ziqin offered a couple of compliments, then suddenly said, "That Fish-Eagle Beast has occupied one place for quite some time without leaving... It should be its nest." Crack!
Fang Qing flew another hundred-odd miles and spotted a small island.
A hazy mist shrouded the island, which gave off a faint spiritual aura. On one side, a black cliff rose straight as a blade.
Crack!
Streaks of azure lightning struck the rock without cease, giving the cliff a metallic sheen.
"Thunderfall Cliff?"
The carriage stopped, and Wang Zixuan flew out. At the sight, a trace of delight appeared on her face. "I once read a gazetteer of the East Sea. Cliffs struck by lightning like this can produce treasures of the lightning and metal attributes... Did that Fish-Eagle Beast choose to nest here so it could absorb lightning to temper its body?"
"And this island lies hidden deep in the mist, yet has a spirit vein... Without that beast leading the way, it would have been hard to find."
Wang Ziqin sounded somewhat regretful.
If they had not invited an outsider, this would have made an excellent secret outpost for the Wang Clan after they killed the Fish-Eagle Beast. Screee!
Just then, an eagle's cry pierced the clouds from atop the cliff.
A Third-Order demon beast with a fish's body, an eagle's head, wings, and