Suddenly, there was a black-feathered golden eagle, like a knife shooting in, its wings turned, wind sweeping past, forming an arc.
Under the astonished gazes of almost everyone, it swooped towards Sui Yi.
The wind rose, lifting Sui Yi's hair.
Yet she did not look at it, just lightly raised her wrist, and the eagle gently grasped her slender wrist with its claws, its wings extending as it stopped, still carrying the wind.
How dreamlike and wild was that scene.
Sui Yi's fingers grazed the paper, and a thin strip of paper appeared, her finger hooking it before it fell in front of the eagle's beak.
"Xu, you recognize this, go ahead."
Whoosh!
The eagle nodded, clamped the small strip of paper, and flew away.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Only Mo Ke watched fixedly, and after a moment, smiled faintly.
Amazing, Sui Yi.
