"Who's that stuffing his face over there?"
"No idea. I've never seen him before."
"He seems to be from the Seven Star Nation too. Qinglang, you used to be the crown prince of the Seven Star Nation. Have you seen him before?"
"No... Not right, I think I have."
"What do you mean, you think?"
"It should have been a year and a half ago, when the immortals had just arrived. Imperial Father personally held a banquet to receive them, and I was fortunate enough to make a brief appearance. I seem to have seen him then."
"So he's an immortal too?"
"That should be right, but he only appeared that one time. If I hadn't seen him now, I probably never would have remembered that."
The natives' expressions immediately became even stranger.
A person everyone could nearly forget.
Just who was this filthy fellow stuffing his face?
Countless people speculated.
Yet their footsteps did not slow in the slightest because of the guesses in their hearts.
Until every one of them had stepped onto this small continent.
Just when everyone thought Zhan Cangkong would arrange their formations, they saw him stride toward Qin Shaofeng.
That was not particularly surprising.
After all, the important figures among the immortals were all over there.
Of course, except for one person.
Just as everyone assumed he was going to discuss matters with Duochen and the others, they saw Zhan Cangkong walk straight up to Qin Shaofeng, who had just tossed the last chicken drumstick bone onto his plate.
"Brother Li, everyone has been brought here. What should we do next?"
Zhan Cangkong asked directly.
He did not lower his voice at all, allowing all the nearby natives to hear him clearly.
Cries of shock rang out ceaselessly from the natives.
As word spread