Eastern Sea, Gu tribe headquarters.
A grand banquet had already lasted for several days inside the palace.
At this time, servants served platters of delicious roasted chicken.
These were naturally not ordinary chickens, they were immortal chickens of at least desolate beast level. Moreover the ones that Gu tribe's leader and Fang Yuan's clone enjoyed were ancient desolate chickens.
After staying here for so many days, Wu Shuai had fully realized the beastmen's customs — eating a lot, drinking a lot, bold to the point of being arrogant, and enjoying comfort to the point of being indulgent. If you received the beastmen's acceptance, you were their honored guest, enjoying the best wine and food. If you didn't have their acceptance, you would forever be despised and loathed, even hated.
At the sight of immortal chickens, the beastman Gu Immortals moved their fingers with salivating mouths.
