South of Tianhe Town, beneath Yellow Fruit Tree Waterfall.
By this day, the waterfall's plunging flow had shrunk drastically, reduced to an unimaginable extent.
More than half its width had vanished outright. Only a few sparse streams still tumbled down the hundred-meter cliff face, nowhere near the grand spectacle that had once seemed like the Milky Way Falls from Nine Heavens.
Shen Xiu planned to feed the remaining demon beast corpses to Golden Cicada. After staying another two days, he would leave.
He looked up at the waterfall spilling over the cliff top, estimating the volume of water, when a tiny black shadow suddenly appeared at the edge of his vision.
When he focused again, the shadow rapidly enlarged, seeming to take the shape of a bird beast.
Then an eagle's cry rang through the clouds, and a massive eagle-like creature entered Shen Xiu's sight.
With his sharp eyes, he spotted people sitting atop the White Eagle's back.
Just as Shen Xiu was wondering about this, the White Eagle suddenly dived from the sky.
It swept past the hundred-meter cliff top, headed straight for the bottom, then landed in an open space several dozen meters from the base of the cliff.
At that moment, a man and woman who looked utterly otherworldly climbed down from the White Eagle and appeared before Shen Xiu's eyes.
"Immortal Sect mystic cultivators?"
Shen Xiu's expression was somewhat dazed. He had only heard of them through hearsay before; this was his first time truly seeing such a special kind of person in this world.
Their sudden appearance made everything feel somewhat unreal.
Yet recalling that they seemed to have descended again only after spotting him, Shen Xiu's heart stirred. Instinctively, he gripped a Mystic Talisman hidden in his sleeve.
These two were none other than