"It really does look good from the outside." Li Zhōujūn nodded.
"Of course." The square-faced woman spoke proudly.
But inwardly, she sneered. Since this place is so good, then let it become your burial ground.
"Please follow me, Young Master." Though the square-faced woman was harboring vicious thoughts, she still smiled and invited Li Zhōujūn inside.
Li Zhōujūn nodded.
The scene shifted.
Inside the main hall.
At this moment, the men and women sprawled haphazardly across the floor were all trembling from head to toe as they stared at Zhao Di standing there.
Just then, the door suddenly opened.
Li Zhōujūn stepped into the palace alongside the long-faced and square-faced women.
When Li Zhōujūn saw the scene before him, his expression froze slightly.
The square-faced woman cupped her fists toward Zhao Di and said, "Valley Master, this disciple has brought you fresh blood food."
Zhao Di also turned his gaze toward Li Zhōujūn. Licking the corner of his mouth, he said, "Excellent, excellent. I'm very satisfied."
"What does this mean?" Li Zhōujūn asked. Hadn't they called him here to eat chicken?
Looking at this scene, it was obvious that he had walked straight into a dragon's lair and a tiger's den.
"What does it mean? Aren't you pretending not to know? Soon, you'll end up like those beasts lying on the floor." The square-faced woman dropped her facade and snarled at Li Zhōujūn.
Li Zhōujūn said nothing. Instead, he looked toward Zhao Di. Honestly, this was the first time he had seen someone with such a peculiar appearance.
"They said you make delicious roast chicken." Li Zhōujūn pointed at the square-faced and long-faced women.
"Roast chicken?" Zhao Di was visibly stunned. He then smiled. "They weren't wrong. I do make delicious roast chicken. Do you want some?"
"Mm." Li Zhōujūn