Xuandu froze at Laozi's answer. What sort of person was this, for his master to decide to take them as a disciple while they were still in their mother's womb? That was incredible! When did our Human Race produce someone so formidable?
"Come, let's refine pills." Seeing Xuandu's dumbfounded expression, Laozi shook his head, privately thinking that this disciple had seen too little of the world and needed more experience. Then he rose to his feet and spoke.
"Yes, Master," Xuandu replied respectfully, coming back to his senses.
Then he followed Laozi toward the Alchemy Hall.
The Human Race, the Youxiong Tribe.
After Gungun completed its transaction with the Black Tortoise Race and reincarnated Zhiming's Divided Soul into A Ye's womb, night fell, and Luo laid out a grand feast to welcome it and Qiru. As for how Gungun found the meal...
How should one put it? The atmosphere was wonderful, with a crowd dancing around a bonfire and singing before it, but the food really was lacking.
That made sense. It was a bear accustomed to luxury. It had originally been the chief of the Iron-Eating Beast Clan, and after joining the Witch Race, it ate innate spirit fruits at every meal, or, at worst, superior-grade acquired foods. With the Human Race's current strength, those ingredients were simply beyond their reach.
Still...
Forget it. I'll make do. Looking at the many human children crowding around it, insisting on sitting with it for the meal, Gungun smiled and thought to itself. Then, with a growl, it picked up a leopard leg before it, took a powerful bite, and chewed in great mouthfuls.
"Great Ancestral Bear, here, try this." Just then, a child picked up a fruit and offered it to Gungun. Originally, they had all called Gungun "big bear,"