The moon was dark, and the wind was high.
A snow-white messenger pigeon beat its wings and flew north.
On the ground below.
Three swift horses raced along like the wind.
"What's up ahead?"
"Liaodong's foremost mountain, Fengming Mountain."
"Dismount. The pigeon's slowing down."
"All right."
The three leaped from their saddles and followed the pigeon with their lightness skills, darting into Fengming Mountain.
This time, Lei Zongliang carried his black case, Cao Jinxing carried a saber and sword wrapped in black cloth, and Zhou Mingrui carried his spear in two sections. They were fully armed.
Fengming Mountain.
Liaodong's foremost mountain had long been renowned for the wonders amid its perilous terrain and the secluded depths hidden within its beauty.
Its slopes were magnificent and precipitous, mysterious and alluring.
But now, as they drew closer, the three suddenly heard repeated screeches coming from somewhere in the mountain. Shrill and vicious, they lent the beautiful scenery an eerie air.
It was called "Phoenix Cry," but it actually sounded more like some savage, monstrous bird...
"What's that sound?"
Cao Jinxing tilted his head to listen, but the sound vanished again. The entire mountain lay deathly still, as though he had merely imagined it.
"I know."
Watching the pigeon overhead, Zhou Mingrui transmitted his voice. "Our escort agency often takes this route, so we know a little more about the local stories. It seems to have something to do with a Northern Yuan general named Naghachu. After the founding emperor destroyed the Yuan, Yuan Shundi fled north, establishing the Northern Yuan. Back then, Liaodong was still the territory of the Yuan general Naghachu, who commanded a large army. To win him over, Yuan Shundi first appointed him chancellor, then grand commandant. Out of gratitude, Naghachu repeatedly marched south to fight the imperial troops,