The black wild goose flew through the clouds and mist that wreathed the mountains.
It glided over the hills, crossed ancient pavilions, its white long beak uttering a long call. Then, it swerved around a steep peak covered in grey-black rocks and suddenly surged upward.
Whoosh!
A White Feather Arrow shot up from below, piercing the wild goose's neck fiercely.
The black-bodied, white-beaked wild goose instantly let out a mournful cry, plummeting straight down.
It sliced through the clouds, penetrated the mist, and crashed violently into a dense pine forest.
Crashing through the pine leaves with a rustling sound, the wild goose thudded onto the thick bed of pine needles.
After a few weak struggles, it flapped its wings a couple of times without strength, before a dark hand grabbed it and lifted it up.
"Nice and plump! Tsk tsk, dinner is secured for tonight!"
