Yuwen Shuo's desperation to catch a live Celestial Eye Cloud Pattern Deer made Zou Feng seriously wonder if using its Evil Eye to make wine had been a terrible waste of a precious resource.
After all, a young master from a prominent family like him was worldly and knowledgeable; he most likely had some more fitting, ingenious use for it.
'In the end, this was it!?'
Although he couldn't see exactly what was happening behind the boulders, the faint sounds drifting over were no longer just the strange cries of the Celestial Eye Cloud Pattern Deer—they were now mixed with Yuwen Shuo's howls.
Wang Xingjian hadn't been recruited by Zou Feng for the Hunting Team this time; otherwise, he and Yuwen Shuo would probably have a lot to talk about.
But then Zou Feng wondered, 'Am I being too shallow about this?'
After all, why did it have to be a Celestial Eye Cloud Pattern Deer?
