"Yes."
Han Feng confirmed in his mind.
In the next instant, an invisible psychic shock slammed into his mind.
A slight numbness spread from the back of his head.
That was all.
Almost at the same time, a strange and unprecedented sense of connection washed over him.
His consciousness instantly reached out, spread, and enveloped the untamable Wind Falcon beneath his feet.
He perceived its powerful heartbeat.
He perceived the tension and trembling in every one of its muscle fibers.
He perceived the subtle direction of every current of air beneath its wings.
He could even clearly "hear" the chaotic, furious, and violent primitive thoughts swirling in the beast's mind.
At this moment, the boundary between man and bird seemed to be broken.
'Quiet.'
In his mind, Han Feng issued a concise command.
The Wind Falcon beneath his feet, which had been madly rolling and struggling, suddenly went rigid.
It let out a low cry filled with confusion and primal fear.
