3 In the blood of crimson red, a faint streak of brown flows through, indicating an impure Golden Winged Roc lineage, with many impurities in the offering, unable to inherit the Golden Winged Roc clan's ancestral memory.
The Great Elder softly spoke to Little Taotie about the Golden Winged Roc, mentioning that the wings of the Golden Winged Roc can cure all poisons.
Little Taotie hesitated for a moment, wrapped the mud pill with a leaf, ran to the Ninth Elder, and in a soft, childlike voice said, "Ninth Elder, eat it while it's hot. If it detoxifies, everyone will be happy. If it deceives us and you don't feel better after eating chicken wings and the mud pill, I'll make sure it eats my fist!"
The Golden Winged Roc inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.
Getting beaten didn't seem like a big deal at all.
Better than having someone tickle the soles of its feet.
