"Mountain God, what do you want to eat? Just say the word—we'll definitely meet your demands!"
"Mountain God! Whatever you want to drink, just tell us!"
"Mountain God! Whatever you want to do, just tell us!"
Qin Yun looked at them and said, "I came this time simply to see how you were doing."
At his words, the Ancestral Witches all smiled.
"Mountain God, you've come from afar and must have had a tiring journey. Come, let us throw you a welcome feast and wash away the dust of the road!"
"That's right, Mountain God. Let us welcome you properly!"
Thus, the Twelve Ancestral Witches laid out a banquet to entertain Qin Yun.
Qin Yun did not refuse.
What was there to refuse?
Of course he accepted!
The Ancestral Witches had no Primordial Spirits, nor did they cultivate them, but they still ate from time to time.
The Witch Clan likewise needed food.
And when the Witch Clan ate, they did so with bold abandon.
The Witch Clan loved meat, and meat was a necessity to them.
Just as it was for humans.
Most of the dishes at the banquet were meat, and most of that meat came from the Demon Race.
Most of the Witch Clan's meat was obtained from the Demon Race.
Just as humans hunted animals for food.
This was also the nature of the Witch Clan.
The banquet offered a rich spread of meat, including dragon meat. These dragons had been caught from the sea.
By now, the Dragon Clan had withdrawn from the world. They were no longer the overlords of the Primordial Wilderness, and their power had greatly declined.
Catching a few dragons to eat now and then was an entirely common occurrence in the Primordial Wilderness.
Looking at the dragon meat, Qin Yun