Feathered Serpent God
Professor Yamada followed the gazes of Wudunpu and Loska, the father-and-son pair who were the Temple Warrior Chief and his son of the Kakaya tribe. His eyes landed on Li Bai's hand, and they went wide.
He raised a trembling hand and pointed at the little thing, now limp and floppy. Its tiny wings had stopped fluttering, and it looked half-dead.
"Ah, ah!"
"What are you yelling about?"
Li Bai held it by its little tail and gave it a shake.
"Holy crap, it's the Feathered Serpent God! It's real!"
Zhao Ziwu had also gotten a good look at the little thing in Li Bai's hand. The corner of his mouth twitched violently.
Wasn't this winged little snake the Feathered Serpent God from the myths and legends of the indigenous tribes of South America?
It was just a bit small, but it looked like a snake and had wings. It was the spitting image of the Feathered Serpent God.
Kukulkan was its name!
But the way it had made its entrance, dangling upside down in someone's hand, was... tsk. What a sorry sight!
No wonder the father and son of the Kakaya tribe and Professor Yamada, who knew South American indigenous cultures so well, were so shocked.
If the Kakaya people beneath the giant boulder saw this, they'd probably stop caring about the lives of these two and fight to the death, no matter what.
"So this little thing is the legendary Feathered Serpent God?"
Li Bai lifted the little thing and waved it in front of his eyes, then weighed it in his hand. It was only seven or eight liang, about the size of a half-grown chick. There probably wasn't much meat on it; it was too small.
It didn't move at all. If not