"The bird automaton?"
When he first saw the flying bird, Meng Qi was stunned by its rough shape. It was all black, with iron plates on its wings. Its eyes had no vitality and seemed to be made out of brass. He almost mistook it for the zombie bird from the Nine Serenities. It was only after Jiang Zhiwei recognized it that Meng Qi thought, "Isn't that the Flying Bird of the stratagem technique?"
There were a few small sects that had mastered the technique of mechanisms in his world. They could make all kinds of traps and mechanized items like the wooden ox and the wingless flying bird. But Meng Qi had never seen a bird automaton like this that could fly so freely in the air!
"Is this a portal? Have we been transported close to a sect of great stratagem techniques?"
The bird automaton glided around the mountain and into the clouds. Soon afterward, it was beyond the reach of their senses.
