Little Taotie blinked, and blinked again.
The Golden Winged Roc let out a miserable howl; it turns out someone was trying to drag the Roc away, perhaps to stew the whole thing.
"Save me! I can show you the way, I know of a Spirit Vein!"
The Great Elder immediately rushed over, chasing away the ones trying to drag the Golden Winged Roc.
These were just small fry coming out of the shadows first, so the Great Elder effortlessly chased them away.
The Great Elder asked, "Where is the Spirit Vein?"
The Golden Winged Roc shrugged innocently, "I was bluffing, how else would you come to save me?"
The Great Elder sharpened his claws, eyes turning fierce, "Aren't you afraid I'll eat you!"
The Ninth Elder had recovered, yet his face was very pale.
"Big Brother, I need a supplement, shall we eat together? Making soup with the Golden Winged Roc would be delicious."
Little Taotie puffed up angrily, "We must protect animals! No eating!"
