The Golden Peacock didn't beat around the bush.
It looked directly at the Gray Wolf and asked bluntly, "What you mean to ask is whether the Mage on Mount of the Gods is still alive, right?"
With these words, all the magical beasts' expressions changed simultaneously.
The White Elephant's eyes finally cleared up, thoughtfully looking at the Golden Peacock, unsure of what it was thinking.
The Green Snake's body still hung on the White Elephant's tusk.
Upon hearing the Golden Peacock's words, it didn't hurry to speak, but the speed of its swaying tail noticeably accelerated.
Clearly, its inner state was not as calm as it appeared outwardly.
The Black Eagle had fewer concerns.
Hearing the Golden Peacock's words, it directly asked, "Peacock, what exactly do you know? What's really going on with the Mage on Mount of the Gods?"
