C38 This Was a Secret.
Zhao Dong was buzzing with excitement at that moment—he had stumbled upon yet another Iron-Claw Flying Bird nest, and this one was teeming with birds.
"The scent is coming from down there, and it's not just one," Little Ke declared with conviction.
"Got it."
Zhao Dong could feel the recent drain on his mental energy.
If he could replenish it with some Spirit Fruit, that would be perfect