Inside the Spirit Beast Garden.
Bailing was squatting on the ground, wrapping bandages around a Thunder-Winged Lion. The beast’s left wing was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and its right eye was surrounded by a dark, bruised ring. It looked for all the world like a molted, beaten-up stray chicken.
"You call this 'almost winning'?" Bailing poked the Thunder-Winged Lion’s swollen, bun-like face. "Did someone pin you to the floor and beat you with a folding chair?"
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