A feast? What feast?
Yang Jian and Tongtian both looked confused, as if they could not understand what Bu Fang meant.
Where was the feast? All they saw were countless disgusting Soul Demons who blotted out the sky like a swarm of locusts.
Suddenly, the Sect Leader's pupils constricted. 'Does fellow Daoist Bu mean that the Soul Demons present are all food, just like Suiren's… barbecue? Is he going to use them to cook some delicious dishes?' If that is the case, I can only say… You're so awesome, fellow Daoist Bu!'
As Bu Fang's voice rang out, the whole place fell silent. These Soul Demons did not know him, but they could sense his aura, which was not as oppressive as that of Tongtian's. It meant that this human was just an ordinary Immortal Emperor, or at most, a Saint-to-be.
