"Mm-hmm, got it,"
Zhang Xinlan and Li Yan vaguely agreed, finding the chicken addictive and making them want to eat more and more.
Together with Ye Chen, they had been cultivating the Great Music Spell and taking medicinal pills daily to nourish their bodies and Qi, aiming to break through to the level of martial arts masters.
Therefore, their physical strength far surpassed Wen Rou's, and each of them had eaten three to four pieces of chicken. In the end, they all felt a burning heat all over, their bodies felt light, and similar to Wen Rou, they collapsed on the ground, entering a dormant state.
"This rooster has a hundred pounds of meat, and I alone must have eaten eighty pounds!"
Ye Chen's face turned red as he ate, his entire body feeling hot. With his the most formidable cultivation, he had eaten the most chicken and naturally reaped the greatest benefits.
