Little Taotie giggled, she shoved a whole bottle of elixir to the Golden Winged Roc, giving it a look that said "figure it out yourself."
Golden Winged Roc: "..."
The Ninth Elder felt a bit sympathetic towards this big guy, and coughed lightly: "Rest assured, in the end, you will be whole."
The Golden Winged Roc looked at the bottle of elixir in its hand, the corner of its mouth twitching.
The implication was that until the final elixir, it would have to keep cutting off its own wings!
There are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…
Countless.
Visually, there were forty or fifty of them.
This means cutting off its wings eighty to a hundred times!!!
Golden Winged Roc: "I want to die comfortably."
Ninth Elder: "Be content, at least you'll end up whole. As long as the green mountains last, there's no fear of running out of firewood. If you left alone without Zaizai's protection, ahem, there wouldn't be a bone of you left, let alone mountains."
