"God—"
The Grand Priest, upon seeing Tuntun open her eyes, immediately let out a mournful cry. His body subconsciously performed a bow and fell to his knees, but his face already betrayed a look of helplessness.
Because he knew that in the heart of the god, his status, compared with that of Chu Liang, was like comparing the light of a dung beetle to the sun—and it is well-known that dung beetles do not glow.
Indeed, Tuntun recognized the golden fried chicken leg at a glance and then saw Chu Liang, revealing a surprised and happy smile, "Eh?"
Her spiritual intelligence had grown much more than before, but her language system didn't seem to have made much progress, presumably because no one in the Demonic Clan dared to chat with her much.
Chu Liang had long anticipated that his arrival had not been reported to Tuntun by the several Demon Kings, yet he did not bring this up with her. Instead, he simply smiled and asked, "Hungry, huh?"
"Mhm!" Tuntun nodded vigorously.
