After the Demon Panther meat was roasted, Long Fei tore off a hind leg for Yang Hong.
The entire leg, held like a guitar.
Long Fei also tore off a leg and began to devour it in big bites.
Yang Hong swallowed his saliva, thinking to himself that with Long Fei here, even if he got sick, someone could save him.
He gathered his courage and took a bite. The meat's fragrance was overwhelming, its texture chewy, and it was full of Essential Qi, making even his tongue almost swallow into his stomach.
Wuu Tushan, smelling the meat's aroma nearby, was depressed. With only his Primordial Spirit left, he couldn't eat.
He could only watch Long Fei and Yang Hong gulping, damn it, he didn't even have saliva, just the action left.
Long Fei stared at Wuu Tushan curiously, "Why is your sect called Vulture Palace? It sounds like a name only those on the Heterodox Path would choose. Does it sound nice when said out loud?"
