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