To show his sincerity, Heiman, chieftain of the Black Sand Tribe, gave up his chieftain's residence and arranged for Ye Zhen to be treated to the finest food their tribe had to offer.
Even though Black Sand had brought out their very best, it still could not compare to the extravagant lives of Great Zhou nobles.
To speak in good conscience, the Black Sand Tribe's finest fare was only a little better than what an ordinary Great Zhou commoner's family ate. It could not be called luxurious.
Yet this was already the best food they had.
From this, one could see just how harsh the environment in which the sandfolk lived truly was.
There were not many ingredients, and the preparation was simple: steaming wheat cakes, huge chunks of mutton, sand scorpion soup, sea buckthorn wine, and several pastries made from specialties of the sandy lands.
Yet Ye Zhen ate with great relish.
It was not that the food was particularly delicious, but rather the atmosphere.
Everyone around him wore a sincere smile, enough to make one unknowingly eat several more bowls of food.
As Ye Zhen repeatedly raised the none-too-tasty sea buckthorn wine, Heiman, chieftain of the Black Sand Tribe, and several World King Realm experts grew flushed with excitement.
In their eyes, for the divine envoy—the incarnation of the Yizhi Heavenly God—to drink deeply of their wine was the greatest affirmation they could receive.
Ye Zhen's down-to-earth conduct also enlivened the atmosphere of the banquet. As the divine envoy and incarnation of the Yizhi Heavenly God in their eyes, Ye Zhen could completely steer the conversation at the feast.
And Ye Zhen deliberately, whether intentionally or not, guided the topic toward the Yizhi Temple.
Although Heiman and the others became restrained whenever the Yizhi Temple was mentioned, under