What the hell—calling it "Bull Milk"?
Eating melons only to have them explode in your face—within moments, all the guests in the great hall glared furiously at the Xuanming Duo Ghosts and the Barbarian monks inside the hall.
Especially those who, despite sensing something odd about the taste, had forcibly swallowed it due to fear of the Xuanming Duo Ghosts' overwhelming aura—those cultivators were even angrier.
"Hmm? Right! Why did I put such strange things into the spiritual feast?"
At this moment, the lead Barbarian monk seemed to awaken from a dream. He shook his head forcefully, and an intense fear immediately clouded his gaze.
Three days ago, while collecting spirit material on an outing, it seemed he had encountered a tall Taoist. But what happened afterward? He couldn't recall.
