"This lamb leg in my hand, isn't it fragrant?"
At first, Yang Zhen did find it fragrant!
The Western Region Alliance had already entered, and although it was just the outskirts, entering the outskirts still counts as having entered, right?
Now there was a lively fight to watch, and one could blatantly roast a lamb leg—this sort of life was exactly what Yang Zhen dreamt of.
But damn it, what kind of ferocious beast did this iron giant just carry over?
It was actually a Gale Lamb!
This was the most delicious meat that Yang Zhen had ever eaten in the world of cultivation.
Back when Yang Zhen first left White Cloud Mountain, he encountered a Gale Lamb. Although his strength wasn't up to par at that time, his actions were quite saucy.
That roast lamb leg—there's absolutely nothing else like it, a unique delicacy.
Now, as he was roasting an ordinary lamb leg, this iron giant actually carried over a Gale Lamb—this was intolerable, absolutely intolerable.
