As he approached the small lake, due to the concealing effect of the white beads, the White Crane did not notice Ling Feng's presence and was grooming its feathers by the lakeside.
"It's so beautiful," Ling Feng said, standing less than twenty meters from the White Crane, which clearly appeared in his view.
Although he was within arm's reach, Ling Feng made no move and instead maintained an observing stance.
Ling Feng had a feeling that the White Crane could surely lead him to where those mysterious people resided, perhaps the people of the Holy Gate.
After a while, the White Crane finally finished its grooming, and then it took off flying towards the distance of the Snow Peak.
Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly followed. Since the White Crane was not flying too fast, he did not use much strength to catch up.
The White Crane flew in the air for a full fifteen minutes, crossed three Snow Peaks, and finally landed in a valley where it disappeared.
