The old man said, "Are you worried that you might not be able to care for this bird properly? You're overthinking it. As long as you can hatch this bird, it generally won't die. It just needs meat to survive.
No matter what kind of meat, this bird will eat it and definitely won't be picky. The only thing you need to worry about is finding a large enough cage for this bird."
Ling Zhenfei felt uncomfortable listening to this; it seemed the old man considered this little bird a monster.
Ling Zhenfei said, "Thank you very much, senior. I will surely take good care of this bird."
The old man sighed and didn't say anything further, but Ling Zhenfei knew the old man wasn't ordinary. He had lived at the foot of Xianling Mountain for so long without ever seeing a Golden Eagle, yet the old man knew about it.
