Bao Lin's face went red.
Then redder.
Then an entirely new shade of crimson that might as well have been its own spiritual phenomenon.
The moment the words "What token?" left Zou Fang's mouth, Bao Lin snapped.
His voice exploded through the Food Hall like a thunderclap.
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME—"
Heads turned.
"THAT I JUST WASTED ALL THAT TIME—"
Elders, disciples, and even some spirit beasts paused mid-bite.
"EXPLAINING EVERYTHING—"
A faint ringing echoed through Zou Fang's ears.
"AND YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A BREEDER'S TOKEN?!"
The entire hall fell silent.
A few tables away, a massive Crimson Flame Lion let out an awkward cough before slowly continuing to lap at its stew.
Inside Zou Fang's spiritual sea, Wei Long was howling with laughter.
"PFFFT—HAHAHAHA!"
Zou Fang felt his eye twitch. "Wei Long. Not now."
But Wei Long was losing it.
