Under the veil of night, Chen Li trudged through the snow, one step deep, the next shallow.
He felt a twinge of regret in his heart.
This demon beast must have weighed seven or eight tons; if he had shamelessly stayed with the crowd, he undoubtedly would have gotten a few dozen pounds of meat.
It's not that he was eager to grasp at a bargain worth a few low-grade Spirit Stones.
The key issue was that it had been so long since he had tasted demon beast meat.
The neighbors nearby were all poor, stretching every penny as far as it could go. The food they bought at high prices recently seldom included demon beast meat, and even when it did, it was only a few pounds at a time—he had long since finished what he had.
"Going back now to take advantage... Yet I can't bring myself to lose that much face, and it doesn't feel right to pay in front of everyone," he mused.
