"Makes sense."
Soren Phoenix pinched his nose, disdainfully glancing at the pot of dark medicine, "This smell is stronger than The Old Shaman's feet. The taste is probably very bitter too. Later, those Beastmen might cry for their moms once they drink it."
The Old Shaman's face turned dark instantly, but knowing Soren Phoenix's character, he just rolled his eyes, turned around and left the courtyard first, not wanting to argue with this Phoenix-Chicken.
When he reached the courtyard gate, something crossed his mind. He turned and looked at a few leftover pig dung piles scattered around the courtyard, scrunched up his old face in disgust.
He shouted towards a Beastman in the courtyard, "Remember to clean up the courtyard later, and this wild pig, you can bring it back to the pigsty."
Having said that, he strolled away with his hands behind his back.
