Before he knew it, he had reached the edge of a cliff. Below lay a valley wreathed in drifting white mist-Tranquil Valley, where Senior Brother Liu Hang's cave abode stood! Li Xiaoya sighed softly. Lively and restless by nature, he loved stirring up trouble, but life in the Heavenly Dao Sect had bored him to tears. Enviable though the magic of Immortal Cultivators was, it only made him miss his life in Treasure Immortal Town all the more.
Forget it. I'll just take each day as it comes! With the attitude of a monk who rang the bell for as long as he held the job, Li Xiaoya pulled himself together. He had no cultivation yet and did not know the way down the mountain. Even if he did, they had passed through so many mist-shrouded mountains on their way here that he could never walk out. At the very least, he would have to wait until he had a flying sword to carry him away. With that thought, he took an exquisite little white-jade whistle from inside his robe, put it to his lips, and blew. A clear, ethereal "Pheee!" rang out. It was not loud, yet it seemed to carry throughout the entire valley.
"Screee!" A long, piercing cry, like an eagle's, suddenly rose from the valley.
The mist suddenly parted at one spot in the valley, revealing a towering tree. An enormous creature flew out from among its branches and swooped straight toward Li Xiaoya.
A gigantic snow-white eagle came hurtling toward him. Almost within a single breath, she was right in front of him. Her feathers were white from head to tail, and she looked extraordinarily majestic. With her wings spread, she measured more than forty feet across, frighteningly huge. She skimmed just above Li Xiaoya's