But after searching all night, they found absolutely nothing.
Jiang Zhongxue had not closed her eyes the entire night, which, of course, wouldn't affect her given her level of cultivation—even if she stayed awake for half a month straight.
But the matter involved the disappearance of the little eagle, a situation far more critical than words could describe, and within just one night, her eyes were bloodshot, her appearance haggard and pale.
Dawn.
"Let's go back."
Feng Yin held the little eagle that had woken up but was still pretending to be sleepy in his arms.
"Chirp chirp..."
The little eagle was reluctant, or it might be more accurate to say, unwilling to return.
"After they've been so good to you, you can't just leave like this."
Feng Yin tapped the little guy's head and said, "You have to make it worth their while. It's fine to freeload, but you can't overdo it."
"Chirp chirp..."
