In the open space in front of the Vine Tribe, the giant eagle lowered its body as much as possible, then dropped one of its wings like a slanted staircase, allowing the elderly man on its back to descend smoothly.
The mysterious old man seemed very aged, and his movements were extremely slow as he came down from the back of the giant eagle.
After the old man stood on the ground, the giant eagle retracted its wings, its sharp eyes gazing arrogantly at the Ancient Vine on Stone Mountain.
It didn't even spare a glance at the members of the Vine Tribe.
Clearly, it was very confident, or perhaps powerful enough that the people of the Vine Tribe appeared to it no different than ordinary insects.
The old man, however, seemed quite amiable. He looked around at the Vine Tribe's surroundings, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise.
The vast fields clearly were manually cultivated, and they were better than any he had ever seen in any tribe.
