Zhao Yi glanced up at the body of the True Dragon. The Taotie had been gnawing for a month but had only eaten less than ten feet; there was still a long section remaining.
"Can't chew it anymore?"
Zhao Yi did not answer the Taotie's question. Noticing it had food but was sleeping on the ground, he thoughtfully asked.
The Taotie nodded blankly, "The spiritual energy contained in the True Dragon's flesh is too intense. It's somewhat difficult to refine, so I need to rest for a while."
Zhao Yi was not surprised by this situation.
Lately, Little Poison had been reciting scripts in the studio and showed no interest in eating, as if it had changed completely. The reason was it had consumed too much True Dragon marrow earlier, and couldn't refine the spiritual energy within, so it found ways to amuse itself.
"If you can't eat anymore, then get up and follow me."
After speaking, Zhao Yi turned around, ready to go back and fetch the Dog Head Gold Seal to leave.
