Fifteen minutes later, Qi Hao added spices, and soon a fragrant aroma wafted out.
This aroma made everyone impatient to wait, just eager to taste it right away.
One hour later, all six began to eat.
The five of them relished the food, but Qi Hao found it quite ordinary, stopping after a rabbit leg and a piece of pork.
He jumped onto a nearby tree and sat there to rest.
The eyes of the two boys sparkled as they watched him.
"Second Uncle, isn't the hero too incredible? Is he here to compete for the position of Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, "I don't know. I feel this hero wouldn't care for such a position."
"Dad, if we approach him as disciples, would he agree?"
The middle-aged man had thoughts too, but with his experiences, he sensed that although the hero was good to them, he remained a bit aloof.
"Dad, can we do it?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, "I don't know, it's probably not possible."
