The remnants of sunset dyed the clouds a fiery red.
Gliding through the sky, the wings descended gradually from the heights.
First the hind hooves touched the ground, followed by the front pairs of eagle claws.
As it folded its wings, the majestic head elegantly shook its feathers, and the horse's tail behind it swished a few times.
Holding a Magic Wand and clad in a Black Robe, the young man steadied himself on the saddle and flipped off the back of Jun Ying.
Straightening his Magic Robe, his gaze traveled North, calculating the distance; they must be close to the Western Port now.
Having completed the mission, he had returned from the South, the nomadic realms of the Barbarians, eager for a quick audience with his mentor to report his achievements.
However, after such a long journey, both he and Jun Ying needed to rest for the night.
Taking out a vial carrying casting materials, he sprinkled some dust onto the ground, then raised his Magic Wand, chanting spells.
