The tallest ancient pine tree was tall and grand, with a canopy like a mushroom cloud, shading the sun and obscuring the daylight, even hiding the morning light.
Peering through the gaps in the trees, one could vaguely make out something resembling a hanging nest at the top of the canopy.
Upon seeing this, Heir Yang and the others could hardly conceal their delight.
The morning light had just appeared, and there was no movement in the tree, indicating that the Xuan Bird was either not there or still resting.
With a wave of his hand, the guards under Heir Yang quickly surrounded the ancient tree.
"Princely Heir, the tree is too high, our arrows can't reach it."
The guards said with difficulty.
Their arrows were just ordinary strong crossbows with a range of only twenty to thirty yards, and the ancient tree was a good fifty to sixty yards high, so they couldn't hit the bird's nest, let alone disturb the Xuan Bird inside.
