At that moment.
On the enormous stone slab, meat broth bubbled in the Red Clay Brazier, its aroma lingering within a one-meter radius.
It was only a small brazier relative to the Demon Race's enormous bodies. In fact, it stood over a meter tall and measured a full seventy to eighty centimeters across, like a great sacrificial cauldron.
Each use required at least three to five Flame Runes and one Concealment Rune-a consumption enough to make any yao gasp.
If Su Changsheng had not made these runes himself at little cost, he would never have been willing to use something so precious to entertain the three yao.
Of course.
The three yao did not know that Su Changsheng had made these runes. After all, when he had worked with Black Dog Yao, the latter had kept the identity of the Flame Runes' maker strictly confidential.
He had not divulged a thing.
At that moment, the three yao were still absorbed in the news about Snake Three Street, growing increasingly astonished and puzzled by Su Changsheng's identity.
It would hardly be an exaggeration to call him Black Tiger Yao's own son.
Su Changsheng ignored their strange looks. While they were still in a daze, he fished out several cooked chunks of blood food and began eating, adding another Flame Rune to the brazier along the way.
After more than two hours of cooking, the meat in the brazier had only softened slightly. Even the streaks of blood on it had not been completely removed.
Blood food came from Wild Yao, Mutant Demonic Beasts, the Blood Beasts raised in the center of the Yao Stronghold, and so on. The meat was tough and coarse. Truthfully, its texture was not particularly good; eating it was like chewing wax, nowhere near as delicious as