The golden-nosed beetle was swallowed by the messenger bird, which was now paying a heavy price for its sneaky snack.

It was tied up tightly, bound to a small twig, its belly feathers in disarray, eyes filled with despair.

Opposite it, an Immortal with black hair and blue robes was flipping through ancient texts, muttering to himself.

"Let me check if there's any way to save the golden-nosed beetle once it's inside the bird's stomach."