"How did it go, Advisor Yang?"
Watching Yang Qi return with the surviving cockerel in hand, the old village chief wrung his hands nervously and asked with hopeful eyes.
"It should be fine now."
Yang Qi handed the still-flapping, terrified cockerel back to the village official named Big Class and replied, "The toxins in the weasel's body have been cleared, and it's regained its senses. As long as it doesn't mistakenly eat that hallucinogenic plant again, it most likely won't go back to killing without eating for no reason."
He paused, then added as a precaution, "However, just in case, if it does come back and goes back to only killing without eating, you can call me anytime, Village Chief."
With that, Yang Qi recited his phone number.
