Carrying the Beaked Eagle to the window, he used the light from outside to examine it. The wounds on its body had all scabbed over; it was recovering quickly.
It was still raining outside, but it was much lighter now compared to last night's downpour.
He pushed open the window, and the roar of rushing water filled his ears.
The small river, which once snaked through the forest like a jade-green ribbon, had been transformed.
The water level had risen visibly, its color turning murky as the torrent surged past.
Qin Ziwen's expression grew grim.
The rain still hadn't stopped.
'I hope it doesn't flood.'
With the rain coming down this hard, almost none of the neighbors in the gated community were going outside.
Everyone was staying home.
The forces of nature were more terrifying than any wild beast.
Qin Ziwen opened his cellar. The food stored inside was still enough to feed three people for half a month.
