Cai Wei put a hand on her forehead. Aren't mythological creatures supposed to be mysterious and inscrutable? Why does reality seem different?
Brother Ying was crying while peeking through the gap in his wings at the others outside. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, his crying became louder.
"Erm, The Great Immortal Turtle."
Cai Wei didn't know how to console the melodramatic Brother Ying and could only turn to the seemingly approachable Old Turtle for help. "What can we do to stop him from crying?"
"Delicacy!" Before The Great Immortal Turtle could answer, the white tiger said disdainfully, "As long as there's food, it would even be willing to pluck its own feathers and dance."
"Nonsense!"
Brother Ying became furious. He jumped up from the ground and, using its wings, poked at the white tiger's head, shouting angrily, "Stupid big guy, who told you to talk nonsense? You deserve to go hungry every day!"
