Its once-dazzling golden feathers were now dull and disheveled. Its left wing had been wounded by some kind of Sharp Weapon, the gash so deep the bone was visible. Every flap scattered droplets of blood.
It struggled, trying to fly toward a steep cliff ahead, which was likely where its nest was located.
Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat!
An adult Golden Feathered Eagle was, by itself, extremely valuable.
The dozens of longest Sword Feathers on its wings were incredibly hard, making them prime materials for crafting Arrows and Treasure Artifacts. Then there were its incomparably sharp talons... All told, even after deducting the Sect's processing fees, a healthy specimen could be exchanged for two hundred Contribution Points.
This one, however, was heavily injured. Its strength had to be greatly diminished.
