"SCREECH!"
The eagle's cry pierced the heavens, its sound shaking the lands.
The Iron-Winged Giant Eagle spread its cloud-like wings, circling several times high in the sky before finally hovering a thousand feet above Luoyun Manor.
Atop the eagle's back, Granny Wuhua gazed down, her brow suddenly knitting together as her expression darkened.
Lu Xuanzhou, who had been about to call out for his father to welcome him, found his own expression changing drastically.
The eager smile on his face froze into astonishment and disbelief the moment his eyes fell upon the scene at the manor.
Below, the once majestic Luoyun Manor was now utterly unrecognizable.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but broken walls, crumbling ruins, and charred, fallen timbers.
Plumes of thick, lingering smoke rose from the rubble, mixing with dust to stain the sky a hazy gray.
