Hill looked at the players on the deck and searched carefully, hoping to find one who could give him some specific information.
But soon, he couldn't help but gape in astonishment: the sow seemed to have joined the Old Age Striking King and Cunlü for some playtime.
They had already gathered to have a tea party at the bow, spreading out a large blanket. In front of the Old Age Striking King and Cunlü were delicate cups and plates, and in front of the sow, a delicate silver tub.
The Old Age Striking King was busy filling that small tub with various cakes and desserts.
Hill held his forehead, almost doubting he was dreaming. What were those two thinking? If the sow really got used to eating that stuff, the boar would probably have to resort to selling itself to make money.
He looked up again to the side and, sure enough, noticed Hard Wind. He was with the boar, sitting quietly behind them.
