"Understood." Count Totti was a smart man.
"Can your wings still fly?" the old model asked the Count kindly.
"Thank you for your concern, I'll be back soon." The Count stood up with the help of the stretcher, his pitch-black wings rolled up behind him suddenly unfurled.
"Get a complete set of clothes for the Count. Richard, escort this honoured guest." The Great Shaman said to Liu Zhenhan.
"This guy is definitely not a good person, we should kill him." Liu Zhenhan brought the count back to the cave and began complaining as soon as he entered.
"Richard, come and sit next to me." The Great Shaman patted a crude-looking bamboo chair next to him.
Liu Zhenhan raised his eyebrows but still sat down.
