Hearing Gungun's question, every immortal and god in the hall was instantly dumbfounded.
Waste was shameful. There was nothing wrong with that statement, but... how had he decided that they couldn't finish all this food?
"This humble immortal..." Sunlight and Moonlight immediately tried to say something. Yet when they saw Gungun's honest-looking, chubby face, his eyes fixed on the food on their tables, and his drooling mouth, the words they had meant to say refused to come out.
Forget it. Perhaps the great god is tired from his journey and a little hungry. Our Western Religion teaches us to sacrifice ourselves for others. Today, I, Sunlight-or Moonlight-shall forgo a meal of spiritual food and offer it to the great Ancestral Bear. Having reached this noble, selfless conclusion, Sunlight and Moonlight stood and bowed to Gungun. "Sorry for the trouble, great god."
"Mm-hmm, no trouble, no trouble!" Gungun said with a smile. Then he licked the drool from the corner of his mouth and immediately pounced on the tables before Sunlight and Moonlight.
"Raaawr!" Opening his great mouth, he unleashed a string of ultimate moves: sweeping aside a thousand troops, scattering clouds before a savage wind, and cutting weeds out by their roots. In no time, he had cleared every scrap of food from the tables. He even crunched up the silver utensils and swallowed those as well.
Yes, Iron-Eating Beasts ate metal, along with spirit fruits and Ferocious Beast meat.
As for the tables...
Forget it. Their quality is too poor. I, the great god Gungun, have no interest in them!
With that thought, Gungun stood under Sunlight and Moonlight's utterly bewildered gazes and rubbed his enormous belly. Then he turned to look at Mahasthamaprapta, Medicine Buddha, and Dizang opposite him.
What does he want? Meeting Gungun's gaze, the three