Beneath the tortoise-shell cauldron, the Mysterious Turtle King was still sizzling and leaking fat. The boiling vinegar paste poured over its neck had pickled it into a complete stupor; by now it couldn't even manage a groan, leaving only a pair of white-eyed pupils rolling helplessly in the acidic fog.
Beside it, the Mountain-Moving Rock Ape clutched its scorched and smoking arm, its claws desperately gripping a fingernail-sized scrap of vinegar paste. The tip of its tongue scraped frantically between its stone-cold teeth, sucking greedily after each sweep—just like a stingy bear cub clutching a candy jar, heartbroken over every drop of sour flavor yet unable to bear eating it all at once.
Suddenly!
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