Fang Mu had poured a full thousand milliliters of Blood Aged Wine into the body of the Iron-winged Sparrow.
Fang Mu had certainly spared no expense in cultivating Hu Tao's Guardian Beast.
If someone else had asked Fang Mu to help cultivate a Silver Stage Guardian Beast,
he definitely wouldn't have used so many resources.
Before long, a rustling sound could be heard from within the body of the Iron-winged Sparrow.
The rustling noise grew louder and louder, and the body of the Iron-winged Sparrow seemed to transform into a furnace of flesh and blood.
Sounds of fascia tearing and bones breaking could be intermittently heard from within.
If Hu Tao were to hear these sounds, she would definitely think that Fang Mu was disassembling the Iron-winged Sparrow.
This state continued for nearly five minutes, followed by blood seeping out of the Iron-winged Sparrow's skin, wetting its iron feathers.