The White Feathered Eagle garrison.
The Eagle Nest.
The air filled with screeching eagles and flurrying feathers, a cacophony of sound.
In this environment, Hong Qishang was leading a group of key members from the White Feathered Eagle Tribe in their work.
Some were feeding insect larvae, some were pouring honeyed water, and others were cleaning...
Though these were all relatively simple tasks, one couldn't handle them without sufficient courage.
This was because these Flying Eagles had been "infected" with a trace of the White Feathered Eagles' foul temper.
The trouble was, White Feathered Eagles could control their tempers. They knew when to be in "combat mode" and when not to be, so it wasn't a problem in their daily lives.
But these ordinary Flying Eagles had a hard time telling the difference.
These Flying Eagles would start fights at the drop of a hat, as if they were suffering from post-traumatic stress.
Truly, a weak general makes for a nest of weak soldiers.
