Xue Fuxiao nodded, "You're talking about those two Blood Tigers, right? They indeed don't compare to this Hong Cattle. Those two Blood Tigers are just too vile and too smelly."
"This isn't a Hong Cattle, it's a Hong Calf. By the looks of it, it's still a young Hong Calf. The essence within is still intact, probably hasn't matured, and hasn't mated—a virgin Hong Calf. This kind of veal is the most delicious."
Duan Xiyang corrected, then extended his hand, "Give me the knife."
"Get lost! You're using my Emotion Cutting Saber for cutting beef?"
"You've cut human flesh, and I never complained."
Duan Xiyang said, "If my Sui Meng Spear weren't unsuitable for cutting, who would use your worthless knife."
Xue Fuxiao tossed the knife over, "Be careful not to be bitten back by my knife."
Duan Xiyang sighed, "Your jokes are really cold."
Then he took the knife and killed the Hong Calf in one stroke, carefully skinning it with serious movements.
