C335 A Familiar Style
With the piercing cry of a hawk, the Thunderhawk gracefully descended to the ground.
The gust it created made countless cultivators squint, yet none dared to voice their dissent.
Such was the domineering presence of a superpower!
The Third Elder, Wei Yi, and their companions leapt from the Thunderhawk's back, landing firmly on the earth.
Their number was small, just a dozen or so
