With the Chief's approval, Fang Qianyuan's joining the party hunting the vicious bird became a matter of course.
The members of the hunting party were the very people he had dealt with yesterday. Their leader was named Xue Hong, and he was the boy Xue Mou's biological father.
Only then did Fang Qianyuan learn that Xue Mou was his only son. Using the boy as bait was hardly something he wanted to do, but it also reflected the tribe's determination to eliminate the vicious bird.
"You join, wonderful!" Learning why Fang Qianyuan had come, Xue Hong happily clapped him on the shoulder.
"We hide, Mou fetch water!" Xue Hong made a point of explaining their method for hunting the vicious bird. It was the same old baited ambush.
Fang Qianyuan considered it. He had only just arrived and was unfamiliar with the situation, so there was no harm in doing as the locals did.
Still, he would not pin his hopes of killing the vicious bird on these people. Since the tribe had suffered so much at its claws, their methods were clearly inefficient.
Ultimately, he would have to make full use of his own strength to deal with that Snake-necked Golden Eagle.
Fang Qianyuan followed the Snowman Warriors to a grove more than a hundred li south of town. Xue Mou then went out as bait, wandering alone beside the river.
Next came a long wait.
Suddenly, Fang Qianyuan sensed the atmosphere around him growing tense.
Looking closely, he saw that a tiny black speck had appeared in the sky across the river at some point. As it approached, the outline of a massive demonic bird gradually emerged.
Its long, snakelike neck covered in fine scales, its long, sharp, hooked beak, and its iron-hook talons all proclaimed the threat