Bab 375: Summoned Back to West Lake

A seventeen-year-old teenager sat at the edge of the ninth lookout tower of West Fortress.

He was carefully blowing a flute. The melody was utterly pleasant. It had a unique, countryside rhythm.

As the melody played, a gray-white Heavenly Eagle in its growing stage flew out from the trees and landed beside the teenager.

The teenager fondled the gray-white Heavenly Eagle's head and said with a smile, "Gray, were you secretly hunting down hares? Is it because the food here at the fortress doesn't suit your taste? Or has that prick Beastmaster been torturing you again... Alright, I know that he's picking on you because he's not fond of your impure lineage. I'll make you something delicious when I have the chance."

The Heavenly Eagle nodded as if it could understand the teenage boy's words.