Master Liaohai looked at Meng Chuan's left hand, which had completely healed in such a short time.
He was slightly taken aback, and shook his head:
"No problem."
He cut off the bird beak and placed it in the small gourd at his waist.
Master Liaohai saw him holding a still-burning fire feather, searching near the wall.
Without understanding it, Master Liaohai didn't interfere blindly.
He pulled out another bird feather and stood next to Meng Chuan to help light the way.
"What do you think this fire bird has to do with the giant we saw earlier?"
The rock platform was quite large, and Meng Chuan carefully searched the walls up and down.
When he heard Master Liaohai's question, his eyes stayed close to the wall, replying casually:
"What kind of relationship? They live under the same roof; this place is so big."
"Huh? A bird and a giant, don't they need any kind of separation?"
Meng Chuan swept the dust off the wall, thinking that the monk knew quite a lot...
