Zhao Guang was choked into a fit of coughing, which, under normal circumstances, could definitely be considered rude.
But Yars wasn't paying attention to Zhao Guang at this moment, because he was also watching what was happening ahead. His mouth forgot to chew, hanging open as the food fell back into the pot before him, yet Yars paid it no mind.
The soldiers around them all turned their heads in one direction of the clearing, staring in stunned silence.
What had been a bustling scene suddenly fell quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Hahaha, how about that, I shocked you all, didn't I? This is real art, I call this 'Black Snake,'" Ocoro shouted, arms outstretched, to everyone present.
Good grief, what an image, Ocoro was truly bare, not a single piece of cloth on him.
That itself wouldn't have been too shocking, as everyone was already used to it.
