No one other than demons ate human flesh.
Even humans with such perversions would only do so in private. They certainly wouldn't publicly announce it, and say it with such a proud expression.
The black-clothed girl's words were absurd and sounded just like a joke. Logically speaking, it could only have been a joke, but no one in the pavilion was laughing. That was because this was a place deep in the mountains, far from human habitation, late in the snowy night on a lake. This was a place where strange stories most often occurred, and she spoke with a most serious expression.
Fear and unease enveloped the snowy pavilion, occupying the hearts of everyone present. Shame was liable to make people angry, and the same could be said for fear, because both these emotions forced one to face the weaknesses of one's heart. That Master Yang had originally planned to explain himself, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was harsh scolding as his shame transformed to anger.
