"False kings huh? They sound like really big deals?" Zheng Hu at some point had already shown up at Yang Qing's table with Feng Xin not far behind with a bowl filled with the barbecued rapid snapper cottonmouth.
Yang Qing who had been focused on the false kings had his attention stolen as he gulped with his gaze glued on the piping hot crispy brown thin stripped meat. Luckily at the back of his mind, he still remembered that he was the host as he handed out green smooth bamboo chopsticks and divided up the rapid snapper cotton mouth in round wooden shaped bowls.
"Bolin I'm not too sure if you want any?" Yang Qing cautiously asked. This was a grey area for him. On one hand, spirit beasts killed and ate each other but on the other, he didn't know maybe they had some sort of friendship so it may be odd to offer a friend for him to eat. He wasn't sure where spirit beasts drew the line on eating each other.