Clan leader Shi muttered in his heart. This little bastard, Shi Duzhang, had never seen that he had any appetite before.
Could it be that he had been faking it in the past?
Now, all of his success had been exposed?
Not long after, the nine-fingered old man finished a plate of pastries, somewhat unsatisfied.
But thinking that there would be a feast in a while, he said to everyone:
“All of you listen up. Lord Totem has asked me to be in charge of the reconstruction of the totem statue. I will give you two days to come up with a suitable plan for me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite.
Alright, we can start the Feast Now!”
Hall master chun frowned and said: “You said that Lord Totem has appointed you as the right emissary of the totem. What proof do you have?”
The nine-fingered old man snorted coldly and took out the token given to him by the black puppet.
