Ouyang Feng somersaulted and fell. His wings closed together as though he was doing a fancy dive, spinning in mid-air from side to side. He came crashing down.
"What a foolish bird!" Pu Lin commented as with squinted eyes. Yet he was still rather vigilant. He picked up his bow and lifted his arm, ready to shoot this black swan dead himself.
In the air, Ouyang Feng was so angry his nose was almost crooked. He really wanted to curse at them; who was this rascal talking about?!
"Little Noble God, actually this is known as a bird being startled by the mere twang of a bow." To the side, a god-like archer smiled and explained to Pu Lin. He said, "Little Noble God, please see this. Even now, the wound on his body is dripping with blood, distinctly pierced by a sharp arrow. It is evident that he is now in panic seeing the bow drawn once again."