The eagle's cry broke through the sky and shrouded Mount Meru in the depths of winter.
The eagles flew across the sky, flapping their wings and flying towards the west between the golden pillars that were illuminated by the sunlight.
Xia Ji sat cross-legged on the back of a golden eagle with his eyes closed, his black hair fluttering in the wind.
Huixin sat beside him and looked at His Highness who was sitting in the sunlight. She also closed her eyes and did not speak.
As she cultivated with His Highness, she felt extremely calm. It was difficult for a demon to achieve the Great Dao, which meant that the path of cultivation was bound to be even more difficult. Therefore, she especially treasured His Highness. If she had originally decided to form an alliance with him because of Xia Xiaosu's kindness, now she had already been convinced by the Seventh Prince.
