At the summit of a precipitous peak of Yin Mountain, a strong wind howled, crinkling the dew and scattering the mountain weeds, momentarily revealing the figures of two people hidden in the thicket.
However, the two figures were only exposed for an instant; as the strong wind roared by, the weeds covered them again, concealing the pair without a trace.
Occasionally, only when a head in the thicket moved slightly could one realize that living creatures were present.
These two figures were none other than Ye Zhen and Meng Xiaoyue.
Ye Zhen had led Meng Xiaoyue to climb this steep mountain peak, hiding at the summit, and they had been there for a whole night.
Below the summit, about thirty meters down, was a protruding nest, where a Silver Line Demon Eagle King, even when coiled up, was ten meters in body length and had wings spanning a hundred meters, was dozing with its eyes half-closed.
