Yi Zheng's heart quivered upon hearing the words, and he exclaimed, "Big Brother, are you talking about the Golden Winged Roc? You didn't actually stew it, did you?"
Elder Zi nodded solemnly as he spoke, "Junior Brother, wasting is shameful. The creature has been killed; if you don't stew it, even the heavens would scold you."
Yi Zheng was rendered speechless, unable to imagine as he gazed at the big chunks of bird meat in his bowl.
He looked down at the meat in the bowl, eyes reddening with emotion, and lamented, "This is one of the seven great saints of the Demon Clan!
This is Peng Demon King, who pledged brotherhood with Sun Wukong!
This is the Golden Winged Roc that soared ninety thousand li with a single flap of its wings!
With wings spread wide, it could travel anywhere under the heavens, so free and powerful, yet such a legendary Demon Saint ended up being stewed and eaten. How sad and lamentable…"
