Hot Pot Witchcraft
Lin Huan, who had been busy translating pleasantries, finally realized that he had been completely wrong earlier.
He remembered something Li Bai had said many times.
"Barbarians! They fear might, but have no regard for virtue!"
The more courteous you were to these barbarians, the more insatiable they became, pushing their luck at every opportunity. The right approach was to smack them, smack them, and smack them again.
Better to feed your benevolence to a dog than waste it on these barbarians!
"Come on, let's go. We're having hot pot tonight. I brought two pots, and I've got special Spicy Chili Oil for dipping. It'll be incredible. We'll use this snake for the broth."
Li Bai picked up the Black Mamba, which had barely a tenth of its life left, and showed off his spoils.
He wasn't considering the scorpions and spiders for now. They were only good for deep-frying. Even the most poisonous venom was still a kind of protein, and high heat would denature and break it down. They were easy enough to prepare, and came out crispy, but it took far too much oil.
With hot pot as an option, Li Bai would naturally choose it over deep-frying poisonous insects.
Black Mamba hot pot was unbelievably delicious. The more poisonous the snake, the more flavorful the broth, and with other ingredients added, it was an opportunity not to be missed.
The Wizards from those friendly tribes turned pale.
The Black Wizard was already bizarre enough, but this Chinese Wizard was even more unhinged. He wouldn't even spare the Black Wizard Snake.
Wasn't he afraid of being poisoned to death?
To be honest, these Wizards might play with snakes, insects, rats, and mice without the slightest fear, even taking pleasure in it, but that didn't