The disciples of Heaven Horn City's Gourmet Team were directing Puppets to retrieve Dragon Eagles one after another.
They then deftly plucked the feathers, removed the innards, and placed them into marinade pools prepared long ago.
"A total of thirty-eight Dragon Eagles—enough for our ten thousand Martial Siblings to feast on," said a Gourmet Team disciple with a smile.
All the disciples in the Gourmet Team cultivated the Gourmet Dao as a secondary discipline. Though they could not compare to the disciples stationed in the Sect who specialized in the Gourmet Dao, they were still first-rate Immortal Chefs out in the wider world.
"Do you think so many Dragon Eagles coming to scout means the Demon Race is about to launch a full-scale assault?" one Gourmet Team disciple asked.
"Possible. But as long as the Demon Race has no Great Luo, it will not matter how many True Immortal Demon Race cultivators they send," the leading Gourmet Team disciple said leisurely.
That night, the ten thousand disciples began a bonfire party.
The thirty-eight plucked, cleaned, and marinated Dragon Eagles each had their own dedicated grill.
They sizzled with dripping fat, and an unusual fragrance spread throughout the entire bonfire party.
Ninety thousand True Immortal Puppets took over their patrol duties. Even if the Demon Race Army attacked, they could party without a care.
Pairs of roasted Dragon Eagle wings were carved up, and everyone received nearly three jin of Dragon Eagle wing meat.
"The meat on these Demon Race wings really has some bite—rich and juicy."
"Looks like we should pay closer attention to Demon Race creatures with wings in the future."
Just as all the disciples were happily eating barbecue and drinking beer, Grape's warning voice suddenly rang out.
The two Golden Immortal Puppets stationed in the city center