They weaved through layers after layers of tree crowns, and only after a long while did they fall into the lake with a splash.
Even though Muir was hugging her, Bai Qingqing could still feel her internal organs trembling from the impact of the fall. Next, a small amount of water entered her nostrils.
With a flushed face, before Bai Qingqing could cough, she felt her body suffer another impact, following which she felt herself land in the depths of the lake.
Muir's claw was tightly gripping onto Bai Qingqing's shoulder. She struggled to pat him, but the latter was unresponsive.
Bai Qingqing anxiously twisted her head to look at him, only to see that the black eagle's eyes were tightly shut, and traces of blood were seeping out of the corners of his mouth.
He must have been hurt from the impact of the fall when they fell into the water!