The first piece of meat, Bai Xuan gave to the Dongting Immortal Sect represented by Xu Changqing.
The second piece of meat, Bai Xuan gave to his father, Bai Chuan.
Then the third and fourth pieces began to be handed out to the surrounding guests.
By the time the tiger demon bled to death, only a little flesh remained on its body. The sight was too ghastly to bear.
The Bai Clan did not waste it, summoning the pack of Azureback Wolves from earlier to feast on it.
Some of them even faced Azure Ridge Mountain and muttered, "Wolf Mother bless the Bai Clan; may humans and wolves guard Azure Ridge together!"
The wolves beside them let out howls from time to time, as though answering.
It looked as though a sacrificial ritual was being held.
The scene was bloody.
Bloodstains were everywhere.
A dense, fishy stench filled the air.
However, most of the people present were cultivators themselves.
Besides, everyone hated demons to the bone.
A weather-beaten male Rogue Cultivator picked up his share of tiger meat and gnawed at it raw as he cursed, "Last year, my brother was eaten by a demon. Today, I can finally vent this grudge!"
In truth, forget cutting up the meat.
Everyone wished they could pluck their fur, drink their blood, and suck their marrow.
If not for these beasts causing havoc, the Central Region would not have become what it was today.
Holding a wine cup, Xu Changqing discreetly swept his gaze across the square. Yet he did not see the figure in the red short jacket from earlier that day. Tilting his head toward Bai Chuan on his left, he asked, "Where is Bai Ye?"
Bai Chuan replied blandly, "The more people there are, the less at ease he feels.