"The Golden-Winged Roc?" Fragments from Journey to the West flashed through his mind, stirring up a storm in his heart. He had transmigrated, and become the legendary Golden-Winged Roc? But the state of this body made him frown—his dantian was empty, his spiritual energy depleted, and his flight speed was probably slower than a snail's. No wonder the original owner was disliked in his clan, constantly assigned to sweep the back mountain, arguably the most miserable "salted fish young master" in the Journey to the West world. "Young master, you're awake?" An aged voice came, carrying a hint of barely perceptible pity. Looking up, he saw an old man with white hair leaning on a cane approaching, his eyes filled with "You've caused trouble again."
