She had remained silent, not because she feared Xuan San, nor because she was afraid of those eagles, but because she was observing the flight patterns of the eagles.
The intelligence of the trained hawks was high, but no matter how smart, they were still beasts; when awaiting orders, they could only flap their wings rhythmically to prevent themselves from falling.
The arrow shot towards the eagle's leg, and, in extreme pain, the eagle had no choice but to release its claws.
Only then did Er Ya start to fall, and Tan Zhenghong, like the wind, ran out.
After catching the child, he rolled several times on the ground to dissipate the force of the fall.
They had only rolled away a short distance when the eagle crashed to the ground; although it struggled unwillingly for a few moments, it could not survive the poison.
All of this nearly resulted in death, thankfully everything turned out just right.
