"Brother, all the Eagle Red Grass is in here."
Mo Fan slipped a Spatial Ring off his finger and handed it to Mo Xie.
"Mr. Lu, hurry! I need you to develop a cure for the plague as quickly as possible!"
Seeing that they had actually gathered the Eagle Red Grass, Zhu Meng hurriedly called out.
Mr. Lu strode over, took the Spatial Ring from Mo Xie, and nodded firmly before saying earnestly,
"Understood."
Then he hurried away from West Lake toward Hangzhou's Quarantine Zone.
"How did you manage to gather the Eagle Red Grass? Could it be..."
As Tang Zhong wondered aloud, his gaze suddenly settled on the gray Sky Eagle, and a look of realization crossed his face.
"Actually, the reason we learned about the Plague Claw Rats' plague blood and the medicinal effects of Eagle Red Grass so quickly was this young man, Wang Xiaojun."
Mo Xie looked at Wang Xiaojun and said with a smile,
"Xiaojun, why don't you explain it to everyone?"
Caught off guard at hearing his name, Wang Xiaojun glanced around at the important figures he would normally never even meet. Though somewhat intimidated, he cleared his throat and repeated what he had told them earlier.
"...Actually, I still have a Sky Eagle. Because its bloodline isn't pure, it only obeys my commands. I rode it into West Ridge to gather the Eagle Red Grass."
Ming Kuo froze, studying the Gray Eagle that looked so different from ordinary Sky Eagles, and asked in confusion,
"Weren't all the Sky Eagles put to death? Why do you still have one?"
Wang Xiaojun lowered his head and said quietly,
"I disobeyed military orders and released the Sky Eagle I'd raised since I was little."
Yun Feng's eyes lit up, and he blurted out,
"You couldn't have