"King Pingdeng has given the order. Twelve Meals will naturally obey."
The short, fat man laughed heartily and nodded.
King this, King Pingdeng that—where was even a trace of respect on his face?
Only then did Zun Tianxing look toward Jiang Miao. "Jiang Miao, Twelve Meals' Lineage has always been full of oddballs. Was there any need for you to pick a fight with him?"
"Hmph! A nest of pigs!" Jiang Miao snorted coldly.
They discussed Twelve Meals right in front of him, yet Twelve Meals did not show the slightest displeasure.
That was no fault of Twelve Meals, nor was it any fault of them.
Twelve Meals' Lineage had always truly been exactly as they described.
Ever since their first gluttonous ancestor achieved the Eternal Realm—
Twelve Meals' Lineage seemed to have forgotten why surnames even existed. By Twelve Meals' generation, seven Eternal Experts had already emerged from the family, every one of them the greatest glutton in the world.
Twelve Meals' father was Chi Yitian, and his grandfather was Can't Get Enough.
In any case, even they themselves had accepted the names of their gluttonous family. Why would they care what others said?
As the three spoke, two more people arrived in succession.
One was a middle-aged man in his thirties, dressed in a Daoist robe. Beneath his feet was an enormous Flying Sword, while seven or eight longswords were strapped to his back.
The other was a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old. Her hair was tied into two horn-shaped braids, and she held a candied hawthorn stick in her hand, eating with great relish.
"Why are only you three here? Aren't the other two groups coming?"
The middle-aged man swept his gaze over the three of them and, without waiting for an