Sure enough, in the next moment, nearly a hundred figures rose and landed around, surrounded by the spirits of the people in Qingweimen.

quack! Quack! Quack!

A sad, shrill voice came from the mouths of the black birds beneath the crowd, which resembled Eagles but had an ugly sarcoma on the top of their heads.

"This is the eagle owl, they are the people of Black Eagle Cliff!"

A disciple of Qingweimen shouted that he often traveled downhill and heard the legend of Black Eagle Cliff.

"Brother Zheng, what force is Black Eagle Cliff?" A female disciple beside him asked.

The male disciple explained quickly, "You don't know Wushimei, this...