A long-lost clear sky emerges after the rain, accompanied by the distant sound of an eagle call, suspending in the air like a whistle, resonating between the two mountains, echoing like an endless melody vibrating for a prolonged time.
The renowned Black Wind Village Chief's mount, the Demon Hawk, sweeps through the torn cotton-like clouds with its glossy black wings, navigating rapidly, sometimes gliding beneath the expansive clouds, gazing down for a long time at the rain-drenched mountains, rivers, and villages.
Eventually, like a black lightning bolt, it plunges back into the dim Black Wind Mountain.
Three figures hidden among the forest have their True Qi circulating automatically, maintaining a state of breath concealment, silently waiting for the Demon Hawk to fly away, listening to the raindrops trickling through the woods, sensing the scent of soggy and decayed leaves and branches soaked by rain.
