The atmosphere on the three battlefields was very strange. The ninth had stopped here for two days and wouldn’t leave. He would occasionally come out for a stroll, which would certainly give all parties a headache and fear.
During this period, Chu Feng once again barbequed and invited the newly arrived unaffiliated cultivators.
He was very enthusiastic. He took out the flesh of the second ancestor and smeared seasoning on it in public. The aroma of the roasted meat wafted over half a battalion’s distance. The texture of the meat was surrounded by an astonishing golden light.
It could be said to be a gluttonous feast. However, 99% of the people were sitting upright and didn’t dare to touch their chopsticks. What kind of joke was this? Who Dared to eat?
Chu Feng didn’t mind. He didn’t want to invite these people at all. He wanted to let the black yak and the scholar Lu Bohu taste the delicacies among the crowd.