The strong rattling of the wind could not blow away the heat of popularity in front of the Taotie Restaurant.
Without a doubt, the long queue of people had triggered everyone's curiosity.
Chu Changsheng was holding a board that had embarrassing advertising words scrawled over it, causing him to feel gloomy and a bit sad.
From afar, some shadows were dashing forward.
Those were the holy land disciples, and the experts of the Valley of Gluttony were familiar with them. Since the various holy lands had teleportation formations that connected directly to the Valley of Gluttony, those disciples would often visit here to enjoy the good food.
Also, the Valley of Gluttony's main source of income relied on those holy land disciples.
After shoving and pushing through the queue for a while, many people were enraged, but they didn't dare to say anything.
