Several of them returned to the Small Wooden Cabin, only to find it completely empty.
Even Bai Beikeng and Erhuang were gone.
They looked at one another and could only sit down and continue eating hot pot.
Jiang Xiaohu's two subordinates had escorted Tiger Head to Full of Boredom. Now, only the four young brothers remained.
By age, Jiang Xiaohu was the oldest. He was a few months older than Lu Chengwen, a few days older than Long Aotian, while Zhao Ritian was the youngest.
Jiang Xiaohu sat there, taking in the scenery, and suddenly smiled.
"The scenery here is truly beautiful. Having hot pot out in the open like this... your Yan Zhao Sect certainly knows how to enjoy life."
Long Aotian said, "We are honored that Tiger Highness did not disdain our humble dwelling and graced us with his presence. Yan Zhao Sect is no wealthy, prestigious clan, so we can only offer this simple meal. I hope Tiger Highness will not find our hospitality lacking."
Jiang Xiaohu sat upright. "Junior Brother Aotian, you are too polite. A true renowned sect should be judged by its strength, standing, cultivation, character, contributions, and influence in the martial world. A simple vegetarian meal only further highlights your sect's elegance, refinement, and exceptional realm."
As Zhao Ritian dropped lamb into the pot, he said, "With this much meat, you call it vegetarian? I can't go vegetarian for even one day! Every meal needs meat! You two are already at the dinner table, so why are you still talking like you're onstage in some opera? Eat, eat, Jiang Xiaohu! Eat! Ignore him, he's sick!"
Jiang Xiaohu had never eaten a meal like this before!
Who's sick?
*Me! Jiang Xiaohu, the illustrious Tiger Highness of the martial world—wherever I went, shouldn't I be