After sending off Xia Fei and Lu Qian, Chieftain Juen and Adviser Joey did not leave the tent. Several maids hurried to clean up the messy tables and chairs, carefully putting away the remaining food and wine.
On this desolate planet, genuinely natural food was extremely precious. Most food was bought from other places and even the leftovers did not go to waste. Ordinary Flame Imps usually relied on synthetic food to fill their bellies. Real food was a privilege that only guests and the chieftain could enjoy.
Juen waved his hand and shooed the maids out of the tent. The sandstorm outside was rather fierce. Juen glanced outside and then said to Adviser Joey, "This is a pretty big sandstorm. Could it rain today?"
Joey bitterly smiled. "The last time it rained was seven years ago. If it really does rain, then it will be a blessing for the people."
