Is This a Traditional Skill of Your Sea God Island?

Sea Star Douluo's wail was shrill and mournful, filled with eighty years of grievance.

Everyone looked at the Title Douluo kneeling on the ground, crying like a three-hundred-pound child, then thought of his miserable experience of eating fish for eighty years.

For a moment, they actually felt a measure of sympathy.

Too miserable.

Truly, unbearably miserable.

"Eighty years... eating nothing but fish?"

The wine cup in Dugu Bo's hand trembled, spilling several drops.

He smacked his lips, his face full of lingering fear.

"Forget eighty years—even after eight, this old man would go mad!"

Everyone nodded in fervent agreement.

If it had been them, they probably would have charged off Sea God Island with blades in hand long ago, heading to the continent in search of new recipes.

To endure for eighty years, this Sea Star Douluo was a ruthless man.

Amid this bizarre atmosphere of sympathy, the fingers of the two "corpses" lying neatly on the ground, like a crime scene, suddenly twitched.

"Mm..."

A confused groan sounded.

Bi Ji slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, and she shook her head, feeling the back of it still buzzing.

"What happened?"

She propped herself up and sat up, looking around in confusion.

"How did I... fall asleep on the ground?"

Beside her, Zi Ji also slowly came to. She clutched her aching chest, her face full of bewilderment.

"Yeah... I think I was still eating just now..."

"Strange, what happened after that?"

Just as the two stared at each other, trying to find answers on the other's face, a lively figure skipped over to them.

"You're awake!"

Ah Yin crouched down, her large watery eyes blinking at them, her face brimming with the pride of I'm so amazing.

"Just now, you both choked! Your faces turned purple—you almost