In the depths of a meadow, a middle-aged man whose face was pale like white jade, his aura rather scholarly and refined made his way over a hill.

The plains all around were calm, his expression also extremely calm, but the exceptionally light and quick footsteps were completely different from his normal quietness.

It was because he was already close to returning to the homeland of his dreams, able to meet with those friends he had been separated from for too long.

He stopped. The meadow before him was still peaceful without any signs of human activity, but his mood suddenly became a bit anxious. Right at this time, he noticed something, raising his head to look towards the sky.

There were whistling noises in the sky.

Specks of black appeared In the white clouds, quickly enlarging before his eyes.

When he saw this type of dazzling entrance, his irritable feeling completely vanished, instead revealing the most sincere smile.

A group of giant vultures...