Wastrel

“Listen, that vicious bird is crying out!” The party of people over 10 li away immediately halted, and it looked as if they were going to fight against a great enemy, as they prepared to face it head on.

The leading female’s clothes were as white as snow, and she was otherworldly beautiful. Her beautiful hair was dark and soft like smooth silk, and her sparkling white and oval face did not reveal any nervousness as she gazed into the heart of the mountains with her vivid eyes. “Being so distant, it should not be able to discover us.”

In the heart of the mountains, bird cries resounded like the sound of ten thousand interweaving swords and ten thousand galloping horses. Its voice shook the entire mountain, and huge boulders were tumbling down, as if an earthquake was occurring. It was clearly visible just how scary this vicious bird was.