Luo Lun, with his quick eyes and agile hands, grabbed the rabbit. Showing a hint of surprise, he said with a flattering tone, "Brother Gob, this rabbit's Spirit Light is not low—it's about to break through to True Immortal."
Gob looked at the rabbit in astonishment and realized it really was so. I haven't eaten properly for many days, he thought. He discreetly took the rabbit and swallowed it whole in front of his many clan members.
GULP, GULP, GULP.
The continuous sound of swallowing arose, and Gob, somewhat embarrassed, said, "Why don't we all find something to eat in these woods first? Once we're full, we can go find those detestable Cultivators."
"Our leader is mighty!"
Watching the clan members scatter, Gob felt a bit disappointed. However, recalling the swill a group had eaten previously, he thought it was normal—who in the True Demon Clan always ate pheasants and wild rabbits?
"Wow, my rabbit is actually producing Spirit Light; this is truly incredible!"
