In the bamboo forest yard, Tang Yuan watched the giant eagle fly away longingly. It really wanted to follow, but unfortunately, it hadn't fully grown and couldn't fly long distances, so it had to stay in the tribe.
Chi Shao also stood beside Tang Yuan, praying in her heart for Jiang Xuan and the Old Witch to return safely.
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In the sky, the giant eagle landed on a mountain peak to rest every half-day and hunt some prey.
Jiang Xuan and the Old Witch, wrapped in thick, large beast hide, sat on the eagle's back, enduring the cold of high altitude.
Fortunately, Jiang Xuan was already a Four-Color Warrior; if he were a One-Color Warrior, he wouldn't be able to withstand such cold.
To Jiang Xuan's surprise, the Old Witch seemed even more resistant to the cold than he was, probably protected by the mysterious Witch Power.
Most of the time, they huddled entirely under the wide beast hide, occasionally lifting it to check the outside.
