"Leader, aren't we supposed to be feeding that monster... those from the Martial Artist Realm?"
The Level 9 Martial Master asked, his voice trembling.
Tunfeng smiled cruelly and patted the man's shoulder. "Compared to those in the Martial Artist Realm, that thing prefers to eat Martial Masters. We need to use it tonight, so let's give it a fine meal."
"But... won't this breed resentment among the men who were originally stationed in Shilin Town...?" the Level 9 Martial Master asked hesitantly.
Tunfeng grew impatient with his hemming and hawing.
"If you're so afraid of their resentment, how about we feed you to that monster instead!?" Tunfeng snarled, glaring at him.
The Level 9 Martial Master's legs went weak with fear. He didn't dare say another word and quickly hurried away with a few men.
A dozen or so minutes later, in a huge basement in the back courtyard.
