They did not believe that sound was the Nu River.
Though White Dragon and Zhaoli said nothing, their expressions plainly revealed their thoughts.
Tanbai Rogue Person said no more, merely leading Cheng Xinzhan and his two attendants onward.
The eagles in the sky were bigger than oxen. Without any visible beat of their wings, they floated through the air, crying high overhead, as majestic as phoenixes with the thunder echoing around them.
But Zhaoli had already asked out of curiosity: these were ordinary local mountain eagles, not spirit birds.
This made Cheng Xinzhan and his two attendants all the more curious about this land.
After crossing the Yalong River, they had begun to hear that faint, muffled thunder. Cheng Xinzhan had paid it little mind at first, assuming there was a thunderstorm ahead, but after flying for a long time without seeing a curtain of rain, while the thunder continued without pause and grew ever louder, he gradually became suspicious. At that point, Zhaoli could no longer contain her curiosity either and asked before he could.
Tanbai Rogue Person smiled and said that was the sound of the Nu River.
Master and attendants were all somewhat puzzled. It clearly sounded like thunder, and the Nu River lay in the west of Western Kham. They had only just crossed the Yalong River, so how could its sound already be reaching them?
Cheng Xinzhan cultivated both Thunder Arts and Water Technique, moreover. How could he fail to distinguish thunder from water?
But could it really be the Nu River?
He knew Tanbai Rogue Person had no reason to tease or deceive him, so he could not quite decide, though naturally he would not let his doubts show on his face like the two children.
Yet this place was seldom visited, its surroundings