Suddenly, the ordinary people who were just waiting in line for the check were divided into two groups. The majority were driven away, leaving only five or six, who were escorted to the finest silver-topped tent by two Qi Cultivation Period cultivators.
The Ape King, Sun Xiaotian, reached out and the silver-topped tent flew up, heading towards his palm. As it flew, it rapidly shrank, becoming the size of a matchbox by the time it landed in Sun Xiaotian's palm. Sun Xiaotian then casually tossed it into his mouth and swallowed it.
The relatives of the ordinary people who had been chosen looked on, some were screaming in horror, some simply fainted.
