Ye Tian stood up and rushed into the eye of the storm, stepping on bamboo, dodging left and right ceaselessly, as tiny fragments kept stabbing his way, adding more difficulty to his journey. A cut had already appeared on his face, slowly oozing a bead of blood, which was quickly dried by the wind.
Only when he reached the top of the bamboo did Ye Tian realize that something seemed wrong. Could it be that this bird was causing the strong wind!
A small bird with barely a few feathers was fluttering its wings in the air, probably because it hadn't fully grown into an adult...into a bird, the little guy wobbled as it flew, bobbing up and down ceaselessly like a fishing rod with a fish dangling from it.
Its only two tiny wings were still flapping strenuously, and its chubby little head popped in and out curiously, looking completely naive to the ways of the world.
Little guy, so bold to venture recklessly, not afraid of being caught by the Pale Eagle.
