The giant crane spread its wings, and in an instant, it flew before my eyes.
It was only when the giant crane flew close that Zheng Ming truly felt its enormity. The crane, with its wings folded, stood two zhang tall, its long feathers each over three chi in length.
Particularly the crane's beak, which was five chi long and sharp as a sword.
As the crane landed, many disciples from East Pine Academy quickly retreated backward, for they felt an enormous pressure emanating from the creature.
Zheng Ming looked at the crane and couldn't help but think of the ferocious beasts he had encountered in the Nine Thousand Miles Wilderness; even those beasts he had kept a distance from seemed less imposing in aura compared to this giant crane.
However, at this time, Zheng Ming's gaze was more fixed on the person atop the crane than the crane itself.