Stunned, the two young tigers jumped out of the purple smoke and caught their breath.
"Cough! I wish you had given us a reminder when we went out to bring the steamed potatoes…."
"Oh, I forgot because I was so absent-minded. Ugh? By the way, where are my potatoes? I guess you guys are also out of mind right now."
Eventually, the two young tigers had no other choice but to climb back up the cave and come down with the baskets full of potatoes they had thrown at the entrance.
"By the way, what the hell have you been doing?"
"I'm curious, too. You have locked yourself into this place for several days."
Standing at a distance, they looked down into the purple smoke.
The King of the Great Mountains seemed to make something while wearing a gas mask as if he had become a researcher in a chemical laboratory.
"Alright! I'm almost done!"
Having said that, the king picked up something, which was a brown jar.
"What is it?"