'A red Card...'
Qin Ziwen walked to the window, gazing toward the mountainside.
The Beaked Eagle could fly, but on its journey, it had already been attacked by three different kinds of creatures: bats from a cave, a flock of black birds from the vast forest, and a giant bird circling in the sky.
And on the ground, within that dense, sprawling forest, who knew how many other dangers were lurking.
WHOOSH...
A downpour started outside.
Fat drops of rain splattered against the windowpane.
The world outside blurred, a tapestry of a thousand silver threads connecting heaven and earth.
THUD.
He shut the window.
He pulled his arm back inside, dripping with rain.
Qin Ziwen said worriedly, "This is a serious downpour. I hope no accidents happen."
Qin Ziwu asked, "There's a river right beside us, and we're in a valley. Brother, you don't think we'll get a flash flood, do you?"
