The little white falcon, fed only half the amount yesterday, now exudes a murderous aura. It perches on Yue Feng's arm, its big, black eyes searching everywhere, missing nothing in the swaying grasses around it.
For this live-action hunt, Yue Feng has prepared extremely thoroughly. He carries a pack on his back, a military knife for self-defense, jerky as provisions, and in his left hand, he holds a thick pine stick which serves as both protection and a walking stick.
Starting the livestream, Yue Feng keeps the drone at a height just above his head.
Due to Yue Feng's recent desensitization efforts, the falcon has grown accustomed to his tools and is gradually less wary. At lower altitudes, it no longer feels nervous.
"Morning, Brother Feng!"
"Oh ho ho! Front row! I set a special alert just to watch the stream!"
"Are you setting out, Brother Feng?"
