Sitting in the car, Wu Qingyun had calmed down. Since entering the mountains from the bustling city, apart from the sound of the car, there was only the breath of nature—birds' cries, insects' chirping, the wind, the sway of trees—all irresistibly refreshing the mind and spirit.
Tang Feng, a cultivator, always felt a closeness to such environments.
The Witch Clan was very close to nature, which aligned with the essence of cultivation. This was also why they had unique advantages.
Perhaps the journey with the Witch Clan might indeed bring unexpected surprises.
A startling cry came from the sky, causing everyone to look up involuntarily—it was—
Tang Feng's eyes nearly popped out; it was at least a Sixth Grade Spiritual Beast, heavens!
Where did it come from?
Stop the car!
These people of the Witch Clan had never seen such a massive Spiritual Beast before, with a body as long as a hundred meters, and wings larger and longer than those of the world's largest transport aircraft.
