The Scheming Long Zhantian

Watching the scene before him, Zhang Xuanchen turned envy into motivation.

He sat beside Gui Ming and dug in ferociously.

These were all high-grade spiritual ingredients and spiritual meat. Eating this one meal would save him at least two months of bitter cultivation!

As for being stuffed until he burst, that was impossible.

With the Divine Dragon Hegemony Body Art protecting him, even if he could not digest it on the spot, he could store it in his body and slowly refine it.

For a moment, a comical scene appeared: more than a dozen third order peak yao beasts all staring in unison as Zhang Xuanchen shoveled down food.

Was this damned human the reincarnation of a starving ghost?

More than ten days ago, before Golden Roc was punished, hadn't he given this human twenty percent of the Golden-winged Azure Water Roc Clan's Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures?

As a third order peak clan of the Dragon Court, twenty percent of the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures in their treasury was no small sum.

How many spirit stones could the spiritual fruits and delicacies on this table even be worth?

Did his table manners have to be this ugly?

However, Zhang Xuanchen did not care about the gazes of a group of yao beasts. Only what went into his own stomach was truly his.

After Long Zhantian finished chatting with those Medicine Ancestors, he walked over to Zhang Xuanchen's side and said helplessly, "Xuanchen, eating like that, if someone with ulterior motives saw you, they'd think I'd been mistreating you these past few days."

As he spoke, Long Zhantian's gaze swept, intentionally or otherwise, over Long Guang, who was seated at the neighboring table.

Just now, while he had been standing beside Long Xuan, he had seen Long Guang's eyes