Wang Teng's Team was feasting heartily, while all the other martial artists watched with red eyes.
Damn it!
This was going too far.
Why was everyone else eating coarse food while they were enjoying delicacies?
The crowd bit into the food in their hands, finding it as tasteless as wax, their gazes drifting uncontrollably toward Wang Teng and the others.
The more Wendell ate, the angrier and more stifled he became. He wanted nothing more than to smash the food in his hand onto the ground and stop eating.
But if he did that, what would his subordinates think of him?
In the end, reason prevailed, and he obediently finished the food in his hand.
On Wang Teng's side, no one paid any attention to Wendell. Everyone was too busy savoring the food. They all acted as though they had been starving for seven days and seven nights, wildly snatching at the dishes.
One step too slow, and the food would be gone.
Who had time to care about Wendell? Who was he? Could he be eaten?
Wang Teng had also contacted Di Qi and wanted him to come over, but Di Qi did not reply. He was probably still on a mission.
As for Wang Teng's own mission, although it had not been easy, it had been completed quickly enough.
Wang Teng was practically a cheat. He had directly carried back the Demon Egg that everyone else feared like a tiger and earned great merit.
Di Qi had wanted to compete with him before. If he knew this was the outcome, what expression would he have?
That night, Wang Teng's team had been immensely satisfied by the food and drinks alone.
Their minds had been filled with delicious food, leaving no room for anything else.
On the way back,