Su Ming stood up, and his gaze fell on Bai Su’s picture. Slowly, he closed his eyes. When he reopened them a moment later, he took a few steps forward and stood at the edge of the platform outside his cave abode.
The sky had already become completely dark, but the snow and ice underneath still shone with a white light, causing the land to not be shrouded in darkness.
The platform Su Ming was standing on was near the top of the ninth summit. It could be said that there were hundreds upon thousands of feet from where he was to the ground. If a normal person lowered his or her head to look down, they would find it hard to not have his or her heart start racing while also feeling dizzy.
Su Ming stood there and looked down as the light in his eyes flickered.
‘The Golden Roc rode the winds in the world and flew above the ninth heaven. It won’t be easy trying to copy the movements of the sacred beast of the Shaman Tribe, then Creating it for my own…
