The experience proved to Xiao Lin—who had not undergone any training before—that riding a dragon-eagle in the air was definitely not something to look forward to. The entire journey brought with it bumps and turbulence, and the dragon-eagle improvised its flight pattern from time to time. A couple of tumbles in the air was more than enough to make him empty his stomach.
Fortunately, the flight did not last very long. When the dragon-eagle landed again, Xiao Lin's face turned pale and he quickly rolled down from the dragon-eagle's back with two weakened legs. It took him a very long time before he could suppress nausea in his chest. Only then could he look at the surrounding environment.
He was on the top of the mountain. He could see the majestic silver resurrection tower of New Washington City in the south--a sign that it was not too far away from the city. There were heavily armed soldiers pacing nearby and the roar of dragon-eagles were heard in succession.