When it came to eating bird wings, Huang Tian was truly unmatched. Perhaps he had honed the skill out of sheer boredom, but Yue Qianchou could not help marveling at it. Huang Tian stuffed an entire wing into his mouth, chewed for a while, and immediately separated flesh from bone, swallowing the meat.
What he spat out was a spotless bone without a shred of meat left on it.
A whole bird wing accidentally slipped into his throat. Choking in discomfort, he went "Pfft!" and sprayed everything out, clutching his neck and coughing nonstop.
Yue Qianchou stood there with yellow and white scraps all over his face, utterly dumbfounded. He wiped the minced meat from his brows, slowly raised a hand to pick a skeletal frame from his little braids, then looked at the wine and food on the small table that had been contaminated. His face immediately darkened.
"What did that mean, old man Huang Tian? You and I are partners. Don't think that just because your cultivation is higher, you can humiliate people. I don't take that sort of crap." Huang Tian coughed for a long while, then repeatedly waved his hands and hissed, "Watch your words, watch your words! Be careful—walls have ears. How can you speak such wild nonsense about the Immortal Lord?"
Without another word, Yue Qianchou found a fine bolt of cloth from the shop shelves and tore off a piece with a rip, wiping his face. His little braids swung wildly as he shook off the meat scraps on his head. Once he had cleaned himself up more or less, he tore off another piece to wipe the grease from his hands. As he wiped, he snorted, "You were the one who said Ji Wu was a beauty. In my eyes, someone with