Wang Tao signaled the pangolin to jump onto the back of the golden eagle, and then flew with it to the previous cave.
"This is the place, can you dig down?"
The cave was filled with many rocks and digging wouldn't be as easy as in other places. However, the pangolin was confident that it could handle it. If it couldn't tackle even these rocks, how could it call itself a pangolin?
"Since you think it's not a problem, then go ahead and start digging. I'll keep my promise and get you some food. What do you usually eat?"
Wang Tao knew that pangolins ate termites, but he didn't know where to find them. He figured the pangolin couldn't survive on just one type of food, especially since it had mutated. Otherwise, it would starve to death.
The pangolin immediately stated that it didn't just eat termites. It ate all kinds of insects, including bees and honey.
"Insects, huh..."
