The Chongming Bird, too, was rather blunt and resigned to its fate as a mount, thrusting a dagger into its chest and making a venomous oath.
Ning Xiaoxian asked it to crouch down and took out some medicine to treat its wounds. Before, the wounds of the Chongming Bird were mostly hidden under its thick feathers, with only a little blood visible. Now that she reached out to touch, she realized the severity of its injuries—its chest, abdomen, and wings all had bloody cuts, and it seemed the internal organs were also damaged.
She also saw several overlapping scars that had scabbed over, which didn't seem to be from today's fight.
"You're seriously injured, and you even have old and internal injuries. What happened here?" Just the golden sore medicine wasn't enough; she took out a few elixirs, crushed them, and applied them to the wounds.
